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Thomas Shelby
âDo you remember the first time we met?â He looked up, finding me with his blue eyes. I let out an exhale, my fingers gripping the files in my hand more tightly.
âThomas,â I say with a warning tone. I walk closer taking a seat right across from him. âIt's a yes or no question.â My monotone voice never seemed to faze him. Maybe it was because he was the definition of monotone. I was doing my job so I had to be professional but he knew how to pull out the other side of me. I only had one purpose coming into this room and that was to get an answer to a simple question, âDo you want to be represented by us in the future?â plain and simple.
âDo you remember the first time we met?â There it was, frustration. He has that effect on me, since the first time we met. I unfold my arms and place the file gently over my lap. I looked over making sure he could see my unamused facial expression. âItâs a yes or no question.â I divert my gaze to the side by rolling my eyes. Thomas Shelby got under my skin and he seemed to like it.
âYes,â
6 months ago
âSo you will get his statement and any questions he might have while I prepare a preposition,â
âYes,â I say, packing up my things. âBe sure to add a summary of prospect solicitors,â My partner nods, grabbing onto his things before leaving the room. This wasnât my first time taking a client such as Thomas Shelby. The reason why I had his name currently in all of my documents was from a past client who had the same charges just a month ago. Being one of few solicitors and not to mention a woman, was sort of a plus for men. I look above it since it paid my bills, doesnât mean I liked it but some were gentleman enough to keep their comments quiet. I mean quiet around me, I was referred to Thomas by one of his associates while out for drinks. He was sure to come in the next day to brag about how he got me another âgigâ. I found it endearing before he made more hard advances towards me, I guess that was a risk of him being half drunk still.
âHe is in room 2â
âThanks Eve,â I sent the secretary a smile before walking out the door myself. We werenât a big establishment but with our current success rate, I know we would move out of this 4 room plus bathroom place. It was a short trip down the hall as I stood in front of the wooden door. âHere we go,â I whisper, grabbing onto the door knob and pushing it open. âGood Morning Mr. Shelby,â I presented myself with a big smile while he sat there only caring to meet me with his blue eyes, a nod, and then looked back into the empty wooden wall.
His stare like plenty of men before him made my blood boil. Although they knew a woman was going to be running their case, having me in front of them made it real. âAlright,â I moved past him and began setting up my file. âI am going to need your statements then after that I will ask you some questions to fill in some holes and we will finish with any questions you might have, is that alright with you Mr. Shelby?â I watch his finger twitch for something, maybe a cigarette? With a man like him I was surprised to see him abiding to silly rules like no smoking indoors, men would laugh at such things and smoke anyways. Then again maybe a man like him with his unbutton black suit and undone hair was so stressed that even all the cigarettes in the world wouldnât help. I focused my eyes back on his features but he seemed not bothered to answer my question. I closed my eyes taking in a deep breath, with such little time with him I am sure I would have to compose myself multiple times. âMr. Shelby?â I asked again and this time I earned a small hum in acknowledgement, great. âCan I offer you a cigarette?â
âAs someone who stands for the law, you donât abide by your own rules?â So cold, so distant, so, so fucking intolerable. All the men who have walked through the door at least turn to face me. It doesnât matter if they defy me as capable of taking on their case as a woman or think their toothy, rotten smile can appeal to me, they have the decency to look at me. I hold back a groan turning around and pushing the office window open.
âThat rule was made by a hypocritical man who wanted to appeal to the female brain,â I looked over to him. âIt's his whole thing,â I canât blame my boss for being smart and trying to use more women in this field so he can get more clients, but as a person I can still dislike him. I watch Mr. Shelby presents a simple shrug before shuffling to stand up.
âI will get back to your office with an answer,â An answer?! A fucking answer? To fucking what? How foolish he is making me look as I stand here with his back turned towards me? An answer to why in the past minutes he has only met my gaze once? An answer to why I seemed to be undeserving of his godly attention? Fucking prick!. âYou have a nice day,â Unbelievable. If I wasnât so good at handling my emotions I would throw something behind him and demand for him to at least face me. But I was good at handling my emotions, I didnât need a man telling me how women canât control themselves. So I smiled, I smiled as he fixed his suit jacket. I smiled as he took a step towards the door and turned the door knob. I smiled as he pulled it open and walked straight out, I smiled even if he wasnât looking.
Present
âI remember you being a jerk,â I sit back and raise my leg over the other. I cross my arms again waiting for his answer.
âThat bad huh?â He was still a jerk, a jerk with a captivating smile. I allowed myself to relax, my business with Thomas Shelby was over and I didnât have to worry about whether he wanted us or not because I already knew the answer. Having to ask him was just protocol.
âYou didnât even look at me,â That jerk smiled. He smiled and pulled away to sit back on his chair. âIf we are going to ask questions not pertaining to work then I guess it's my turn,â He raised his brow, he was surprised just like me that I was following along to whatever he was playing. âWere you afraid to put your life in my hands?â He lets out a chuckle
âNo, I wasnât afraid.â I roll my eyes. He might not have been afraid but he sure had his doubts.
âIts okay to admit it Mr. Shelby.â I leaned forward hoping to cause him some kind of discomfort or atleast feel more confident as I sat here under his gaze. âIt wonât change my mind about you nor hurt my feelings.â
âAnd what has your mind made me out to be?â I didnât hold back. He was a grown man who could take an opinion.
âYou might not have been afraid but you surely had some doubts. Doubts about a woman like me taking on your case, doubts that I had enough intelligence to keep you from going to trial. Probably taught that your buddy got lucky or that the defense team didnât have enough evidence to give him a prison sentence and that it had absolutely nothing to do with me. In my mind that made you out to be close minded, which surprises me.â I shrug it off like I haven't poured half of my feelings out.
âWhy?â He didnât seem offended if anything, he seemed intrigued.
âBecause I do my research Mr. Shelby.â He tries not to show it but I could see the slight tweak in his eyebrow. âBefore any case I do my research on my potential clients. I may look the other way with things that donât pertain to their case but rest assure that I know whatever I can about them,â
âStill doesnât answer my question,â He smiled and he crossed his arms matching my stance.
âIt surprises me because someone who has a woman such as Polly running your business while you were away at war should know how much power a woman can hold. How smart they become and how skilled they can be with so little.â His smile dies. No matter how appealing he was to my other woman's senses when I had a point to make, I made it. I may become blind once in a while when someone with such power looks at me softly but I learned that in a man's world, a woman needs to build a cold exterior when needed.
âIs that why you handed off the case to your partner? Or why you always were two steps behind him like a personal assistant and never peeped a word out to me or while I was around? If you believed so much in yourself why not be more persistent?â I let out a scoff
âYou wanted me to beg?â I shake my head not wanting to add another bad thing to his list. He seems serious.
âThe reason why I walked away the first time I met you was not because I was scared or had doubts, I know what a woman is capable of doing. I walked away but I am an asshole with problems. Problems that I didnât believe could be handled by law and since you did research on me you know that this wasnât the way I usually handle things.â He was right in one thing, he was an asshole.
âWhat changed your mind? It must have been big since it only took 3 hours to hear from you again.â
âI guess you can say you made a strong impression on me,â He was lying. Although all of Birmingham knows what he is involved in he is too smart to admit to it knowing it could eventually come back to him.
âIs that what earned me a private talk with you in the bathroom?â He grins. Those devil eyes like that day were chanting for me to give in.
âCall me weak,â
The next day after meeting,
âAre you sure you want to sit this one back?â It was clear to me that this man wasnât even interested in me representing him. Isnât that why he contacted James instead of me? He heard my partner was a man and that was what got him to change his mind.
âYeah,â I let out a sigh trying to take this day easy. There were plenty of clients I had James sit up front for. I trusted him to take care of them because he trusted me to actually have his back. I would tell him how to lead the conversation and do the paperwork at the same time. He was good enough to prepare his part while the client believed he was leading. They way they were more comfortable giving us their business and this wasnât any different. âMr. Shelby will be like any of the other clients, just follow the script and we will be on our way.â
âRight,â James along the way of our partnership was okay with me being the one who talked to the clients but as we met up with some who didnât want to deal with me he had to learn how to work with them. But now he has gotten so much better and knows how my mind works so he doesnât try to over think me. âYou ready?â I couldnât help but smile. Looking down I see why he was asking, my leg had been non-stop shaking for the whole ride and even as we stood parked outside our meeting place.
âJust tired,â I tried to give him a reassuring smile but he gave me a knowing look. âI am okay,â I was truly tired. Even if Thomas Shelby hadnât decided on us yet, that doesnât mean I couldnât think ahead and start preparing incase he did. There was also the problem of the living situation, I hadnât found a place to live yet and the lady I was currently living with wanted me out before the end of the month.
âIf you say so,â He checks his watch and hurriedly places it away. âWe have to go,â I nod following him as he opens his door and gets out. âThey should be in here,â He points over at a building, nothing like Birmingham. From the outside you could see multiple windows decorating the light reddish brick wall. âAfter you,â
âThank you,â I smile walking in but I wait for him to pass through and into the room. Welcoming us was Thomas seated in a leather chair. This couldnât be his office or where he does his business. The room was surrounded by warm light coming through the windows. No office desk, no feel of an office. It was a simple living room, couches, paintings, and even a vase full of flowers.
âI will meet you at the pub later,â Thomas talks to an older man that was walking out the room. He nicely gives us a smile before walking past us.
âI will have John meet us there,â Thomas doesnât respond but shortly nods. He gave us a quick glance as James spoke up to him.
âGood Morning Mr.Shelby, we were glad to hear from you again.â James stretches his hand which Thomas takes but not even bothering standing up. âWe wanted to go ahead and start strong here so we took the liberty to start the process-â The words rolled out of his mouth like every deal we have done in the past. James takes a seat and starts pulling out the files. âIf you like what you are hearing then by the end of this meeting let us know if you want to continue or not, does that sound good with you Mr. Shelby?â I walk around the other side of the couch and I couldnât help but feel his eyes on me, yet I dare not give him the satisfaction of giving him my attention. Plus, I wasnât the one who he should be talking to. âNow I understand the situation but we would like to get your statement of it first,â James pulls out his notes pad ready to hear from the man himself on what happened.
âAlright,â Thomas' thick accent clears as he begins telling James his side of the story. He sits confidently in his chair with his hand enterwinded. I couldnât help but bite my lip as I noticed the details of his presence. The way it seems he took extra time with his hair. His neatly iron white button up without his suit jacket on. He's only wearing a watch as an accessory and it works for him. Simple but quite captivating. As I hear his story I note down points on my own paper, things that James might not catch. Every word spilling smoothly out of Thomasâ mouth, might be made up but atleast him saying it without a hitch made it more believable.
âMaâam?â I jump back a little feeling a slight tap on my shoulder. It was a young girl. Short bob hair, I think Iâve seen her before. âIâm sorry,â She quietly giggles.
âItâs alright.â She was young, at least a couple of years younger than me.
âWould you like something to drink?â She must work for the Shelbyâs. Maybe a secretary? âWe have water, tea, or if you-â
âWater is perfect.â I didnât like alcohol. She nods and turns to leave but I discreetly grab on to her hand.
âCan you tell me where the bathroom is?â I could still hear the conversation going so I tried to follow her without distracting the two men.
âJust down the hall to the right,â She didnât take me the whole way, âI will have your drink waiting for you,â I thanked her again and began walking, following her directions. I would be lying if I said I found it on the first try. At the end there were two doors and once I noticed the first door I chose was the wrong one I slammed the door shut and frantically turned to open the right one.
âThey could save a lot of space if they didnât build this place as a maze,â Leaning against the sink I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath. âOnce I get out of here I will have James start customizing a contract while I go deal with my living arrangementsâ It was easier said than done. That lady made sure that people around me wouldnât want to rent me a place after she spoke of people I defended. Then telling her it paid well no matter if they were guilty or not truly didnât help my case as not only was I a cover up maker for criminals, now I was a slut who sold myself to them for more money. âI know it's bad,â I groan, moving my head upwards with my eyes still closed, âGod if you can hear me, take me away or show me a way.â I am not the praying type and maybe that was the reason why god didnât help me. He knew I only contacted him when I needed something, I knew better than that. âI-â I didnât get a chance to blink when I heard the door twist open and shut behind a blur figure I saw from the mirror. I turn so fast I got dizzy, âWhat are you doing here Mr. Shelby?â With my lower back pushed up against the sink, this was as far as I could be from him.
âI want you to take my case,â I did hear him. I would act more shocked if I wasnât frantically looking around to see if something tells me how to get out of this room unharmed.
âI am.â Maybe I could run for it?
âNo,â That catches my gaze. He spit it out like poison. âYouâre partner seems capable but I need a sure thing,â He takes a step forward as he moves to unbutton his sleeves.
âI can assure you James knows what he's doing and I am right behind him,â He shakes his head once again ignoring my words. He easily pushes his sleeve up to his elbow and continues with the other one, still moving closer and closer with every slow step he takes towards me.
âI need someone more focused, he wasnât the one who got Henry out of a nasty sentence.â That was true, but he helped. I opened my mouth to defend him but by this time Thomas was just inches away. âI need you,â I couldnât breathe. Once more he made my skin crawl. The warmth running up to my cheeks, blinding my thoughts. For a moment I wanted to be one of those girls he probably has practiced with millions of times. With only three words he would have them squirming under him, have them wondering how he tastes, how he touches them, because I was.
âOkay,â I cleared my throat sliding past him. If I didnât take the reins now then I would probably end up how most of his girls do. âJames wonât have a problem backing up.â I opened the door before he could speak or corner me against something again. âShall we?â I was right to open the door and walk out. My legs trembled all the way down the hall until I could sit down. Before leaving the bathroom I scanned his face and noticed he was smiling, smiling!. His blue eyes matched perfectly.
Present
âSince that moment I was sure of one thing.â Here we go again. If I rolled my eyes one more time I was afraid my mothers words were going to come true, If you keep rolling your eyes, they will get stuck there forever. Thomas got that out of me so if it did happen, it would be all his fault. âThat I was meant to meet you.â I held back another eye roll, this man was just saying stupidity. It was six months ago since we met but since the third day he was like a different man. He began to meet my eye. He answered all of my questions with no hesitation. He agreed to meetings and even set up some so we can go over things. Then as days went by, he changed even more. He would invite me to dinner or drinks outside of work obligations. I would tell him it wasnât appropriate so I denied every single offer but that didnât stop him from coming to my office. When he could make it he made sure to send a small gift once in a while, mostly flowers. I would be lying if I said his advance went unnoticed or even that it didnât cause my heart beat to increase, but since I was employed by him it couldnât go any further than him being my boss.
âI think it's all the endorphins going to your brain from me saving you from serving some time,â
âStop trying to deny it.â He caught my off guard when he stood up from his chair and pulled me up with him. His hands pressed around my waist pulling us against each other. âYou are no longer working for me.â He laid his forehead against mine. That was my excuse, the only one I could come up with for the past 6 months.
âBut you will be a client of ours if you agree to have us represent you in the future,â He lets out a breath, a warm breath radiating against my skin. Then realization hits me, that's why he hasn't answered my question. I found his gaze and in that moment I knew I was wrong, âYou arenât going to accept are you?â I pull away.
âCan you see the future?â What the hell is wrong with him? I am trying to have a sort of serious conversation and he comes up with these questions.
âThomas I need an answerâ I groan, placing my hand over his chest to try and push him away. I know it was wrong to be pissed about him not wanting to be one of clients, but I donât know if that made me stupid because the only reason he didnât want to was because that meant I wouldnât agree to be with him.
âAfter you answer me I will answer you with no hesitation,â I let out a frustrated sigh, at this point I couldnât tell what could follow each answer.
âNo, I canât see the future.â
âI can.â And he kisses me. With his palms pressed up against my back he pulls me closer and connects our lips.
Future
âHow are you feeling?â I wanted to let out a loud groan and answer her question that way but I held back. It wasnât Pollyâs fault I was tired and grumpy, it was Thomas.
âHorrible. I am tired, disgusting, and feel like laying in bed all day.â But of course I couldnât do that on this special day. Polly offered me a warm smile before hooking her arm under mine as we walked down the stairs.
âYou are growing a baby darling, it's okay to feel that way. Plus you look gorgeous and this baby is treating you better than the last one.â Oh for sure.
âI guess it's true when they say a girl steals their motherâs beauty for themselves. Look at her,â I find them with my eyes. My girl being held in her fathers arm.
âWell then that means this one is a little boy and what a joy that would be.â With my free hand I ran it over my growing belly, I still had half way to go and by this time with my first one I had more energy but then again I wasnât running around after a toddler. âLets just hope he turns out like you because the Shelby boys have a temper,â If anyone knows the Shelby's is her, hell she is one of them.
âNot to mention their ego and pride.â We share a laugh before reaching the bottom steps. The crowd and our family surrounding Thomas and our daughter. âWe will go home and prepare for the celebration.â I nod, giving her a half hug.
âThank you Polly,â Polly waves me off like it was nothing but it meant the world to me. She was always with me since I joined the family. She supported me with Thomas when he was having a hard time accepting that I was loyal to my job. Since he met me he knew I loved it and it would be hard to leave it behind. Polly of course talked to him. Thomas, being a man, hoped that once we got married and started a family that I would quit and focus on him and our kids but I quickly shut that down. Now he has grown to accept that I would do what I feel is right and if he continues to have a hard time with it then he wonât overreact, he will talk to me about it.
âShe is beautiful,â I look over to find Arthur standing beside me. âLike her mother,â I smile in awe. He was so sweet, the Shelby brothers being so great with my daughter was all I could ever ask for.
âThank you Arthur,â He smiled before saying goodbye to joining Polly as she was excusing herself from the crowd.
âMy love?â Thomasâ voice catches my attention. He outstretches his hand and pulls me closer to him. âLook at her,â He smiled widely. The whole crowd pauses to hear our daughter's sweet giggle as her father raises her up above his head.
âWe did alright with her,â I nudged him as he settled her back in his arms.
âYou think so?â He teases, wrapping his free arm around my shoulder.
âSure do Mr. Shelby. Lets just hope we do right by this little one too.â I smile, giving him a kiss. I didnât have a doubt that we would raise our future son or daughter right. We were a great team and I couldnât choose a better father for my kids.
âWe will, my love,â He returns my kiss and begins to pull me away towards our car. âI am sure of it.â
âReally? You can see the future?â I giggle seeing his offended expression.
âOf course, just like I told you 3 years ago.â
Present
The tingling sensation lingered on my lips as he pulled away. Who knew a kiss from Thomas Shelby, a man feared all through England, could be so gentle. âI can see you and me,â I couldnât open my eyes. âYou and me, married and happy.â I couldnât. I was too afraid to let this go. âWith our kids.â It all sounded too good. With my eyes still closed I began to see it too, maybe it was because with his words he painted a pretty picture but my heart yearned for it. It felt right to be in his arms, it felt right believing and giving myself to this future. âCan you see it?â I didnât want to miss it. I opened my eyes and found him, these were the eyes I wouldnât mind seeing until my very last breath. And if it didnât last that long at least I would have a pretty memory of him.
âYes.â
A/N: I know I donât usually write a gender or specific characteristic but I hope yâall enjoy this one.
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phone call
synopsis - tommy receives a phone call in the middle of having sex with his wife.
pairing - tommy shelby x reader / thomas shelby x reader
warnings - SMUT +18, rough sex, use of foul language, breeding kink, praising kink, creampie, just full of porn, unprotected sex, p in v
notes - short (w.c <850), gif and picture isn't mine, divider is mine
main masterlist | peaky blinders masterlist | cillian murphy masterlist
His hands explored every inch of your sensitive body with a satisfying touch that sent shivers down your spine. There was an irresistible affection between the two of you that was endless. Your breath caught as his dominant, wild hip thrusts into yours, causing hectic, unrestrained moans with every thrust.
"Oh my God- yes, Thomas!"
As he pushed you farther into the mattress, his weight and heat surrounded you as you lay beneath him, your bodies linked. He drew closer as your legs coiled around his hips, stretching you in the most delicious way as he slid deeper with each thrust. Tommy started to breathe hard, his chest heaving as sweat collected on his forehead and trickled down to mix with the heat from your smooth skin. He met your gaze with lust and something deeper than that.
"Yes, baby.. fuck- you take me so well.. so fucking well," he praised on your ear as he rested his head on your neck, his deep thrusts not stopping.
The telephone on top of the nightstand beside your shared bed rang loudly. Your husband stopped, looking at the phone near him.
Who the fuck is calling at this hour?
Tommy picked the phone up, not leaving the bed.
"Thomas Shelby." he answered.
You expected him that he would draw away and stop, especially when the phone rang. He stopped and reached for it, and you felt upset. Tommy, though, chose to stay still and answered the phone with one hand while tightening his grip on your waist with the other and suddenly thrusting his hips forward once more.
His thrusts continued to shock you, causing your body to tense in surprise, but before you could respond, pleasure took over. His cock sank farther, each malicious movement finding that exact spot. You ended up speechless by both of his soothing phone voice and the way he caused your body to react to him.
"What ha-happened?" Tommy asked over the phone, his breathing heavily telling each question with a struggled and unsteady voice. He attempted to keep his composure, but the force of his motions made it almost impossible as his chest rose and fell quickly. As he tried to concentrate on the talk, you could feel his heart thumping against your body and his breath rapid and hot against your skin.
Tommy looked at you, a smirk painted on his face. With his free hand, his fingers toyed with your hardened nipples, brushing them and squeezing it.
"Tomm-" you covered your mouth immediately as you nearly moaned his name out loud, afraid of whoever is on the phone hearing that Tommy is fucking his wife at the moment.
"Yeah, I'll handle that tomorrow morning," his voice was deep making you feel wetter and wetter. A familiar feeling coiled down through your stomach.
"Tommy, I'm so close," you quietly moaned. Your fingers gripped the silk bedsheets tightly as you felt your high coming.
The room was filled with the constant sound of your bodies meeting, the heat between you growing with each slap of flesh on skin. Your thoughts were taken over by the intense pleasure that was shooting through your entire body as your eyelids fluttered closed, buried in a fog of ecstasy. You vaguely heard Tommy drop the phone somewhere in the distance, but it didn't really matter. The way he grabbed you closer and pounded your hips with such merciless pace that every thrust sent shivers of pleasure through your entire body was all that mattered. Heavy intakes of breath from him, merging with your groans as he pushed you both to the edge.
"Good girl, yes, yes.. Finish on my cock."
Tommy experienced the same closeness as your cock clenched all over it. With a deep moan, he raised your right leg to his shoulders. He treated you like the most precious gemstones that thieves like him could take. Tommy groaned and praised as his head rolled back.
"D'you want me to cum inside you? Breed you? Make you mine?"
"Yes, yes! Fill me up, sir! Please!"
His back was scratched by your nails, and in a few hours, scars will definitely begin to appear. You groaned, breasts bouncing and the bed creaking with every pound.
And then, after a few more thrusts, he smashed deep inside of you until he poured all of his seed into your abused and tight walls. It was warm and filled. Tommy groaned loudly and pleased, then rested his head on the side of your neck to inhale yourself. He waited until every last drop of his cum filled you before pulling out.
As soon as he pulled out, a mixture of his and your load leaked outside your throbbing pussy. Tommy got up, grabbing a box of tissue and cleaned the both of you up.
"Who was that?" you asked.
"Just the betting shop asking for me to check on something."
"You think they.. heard me?"
"I'm sure they did and I'm glad so that they know how much I fucking please my lovely wife." he chuckled before planting another kiss to your lips.
You gladly kissed him back but the kiss deepened and the both of you know what that means.
Another round.
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Baby Fever
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Pairing | Tommy Shelby x wife!reader
Summary | Free use wife.
Warnings | Smut, breeding kink, free use lol, in public, exhibitionism, pregnancy (very few details cause⌠câmon lol⌠Iâm the one who wrote itđ), light humiliation.
Words | 1.5 k
Notes | Yeah this gif still makes me feral
Ao3 link | <3
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Kinktober | day 2: free use + breeding kink
Tommy didnât expect much from you as a wife. There were already staff who cooked and cleaned and you didnât have any children yet. The one thing he did expect from you though, was being ready and willing to take his cock at any time of the day.Â
Sometimes heâd be more gentle about it, coaxing you away from whatever task or conversation you were involved in to somewhere more private where heâd ravish you until you could only think about him and his cock. Other times, heâd be more desperate.Â
If you happened to bring him lunch on a particularly stressful work day, heâd drag you in his office and bend you over the desk, fucking away all of his stress, if at least for a few minutes.Â
Sometimes at the race track heâd pull you away to a more secludedâ but still very publicâ area and cover your mouth as he plowed into you, rough and desperate, borderline animalistic. If the sound of your muffled moans didnât give you away, the loud slapping of skin definitely did, but he didnât care. If he wanted you, nothing was stopping him from taking you.Â
A few times you even woke up to him lazily rutting into you, fucking you deep, but keeping the pace slow. Heâd moan quietly, kissing and biting your neck, even sucking on the sensitive skin to leave marks.Â
If he was ever short on time, heâd force you to your knees and fuck your face, making you gag and choke on his cock until tears streamed down your cheeks. Sometimes heâd blow his load down your throat. But if you werenât in public or in too much of a hurry for anything, heâd paint your pretty face with his come, marking you as his.Â
He knew you were embarrassed everytime you came back after he dragged you away. Every single time, without fail, you always looked like you were just fucked stupid. But that only encouraged him. He liked showing people that you belonged to himâ that his wife was more than happy to satisfy him, even in public.Â
It was also common for him to pull over and make you ride his cock in the car, smiling at all the people who drove past. If he couldnât pull over, heâd grab your hair and force you down on his cock. Even if he arrived at the destination, he wouldnât stop until you drained his balls and swallowed every last drop. It didnât matter if it was the middle of the day or if it was pitch black outâ it didnât even matter if the window was open or not. Heâd fuck your face and throw his head back as the pleasure consumed him until he finally fell over the edge. Sometimes, his sounds would attract attention, and he loved the look on peopleâs faces when you lifted yourself up, smiling and wiping the lower half of your face with the back of your hand.Â
This didnât happen often, but if he were ever in the middle of fucking you, too consumed by the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing his cock, and someone knocked on the door, heâd tell them to come in. It was usually someone you didnât even knowâ one time it was Arthur⌠that was a particularly humiliating experience for youâ but he wouldnât stop. Heâd keep you bent over his desk or on his lap and continue fucking you as you tried to not make any sounds. He always thought it was amusing when you tried to be quiet.Â
One time, he walked in on you holding Adaâs baby, smiling and cooing at him, making him giggle relentlessly. As soon as Tommy got you alone, his cock was inside you and he rambled on about fucking a baby into you, breeding you nice and deep until he knocked you up. His words were almost incoherent with arousal as he described this fantasy of your belly full with his kid, your tits swollen with milk, and the glow that youâd have from all of it. He rambled on about raising them together, how good youâd look as the mother of his kids, how he wanted to fuck baby after baby into you⌠breed you until he fucking ran out of come.Â
That sparked a conversation between the two of you. While the original plan was to wait a few years, you both agreed to shorten that time frame. So less than two years later, you were off of birth control and he was breeding you every chance he had. Honestly you were getting a little worn out, but you never complained. No matter how tiring it could be, you still absolutely loved it.Â
It became even more of a frequent occurrence for you to be walking around with either come soaked panties or come running down your thighs. He also took a liking to cock warming. In bed, on his desk chair, in the carâ anywhere he couldâ heâd fuck you and fill you with his come, then keep you plugged up, wanting to make sure it really had a chance to take.Â
At home, heâd put you in the mating press position, then stuff you full of his come. Only instead of letting you relax, he'd keep your hips tilted up so none of it could leak out and make you come again with his mouth as a reward for staying in that position.Â
The first time he fucked you after finding out you were pregnant⌠he was practically feral. The fact that there was a baby inside youâ that it was his baby, made him all but lose control. He ravaged you with an intensity heâs only had a few times, rambling on about how he planned to fuck you like this for a while since he would eventually have to be gentlerâ if he could even fuck you at all. The problem was that his promise didnât just apply to when he fucked you in the privacy of your own home, but it was just a problem for you. Tommy loved that you couldnât keep quiet.Â
Months down the line, rough, hard fucking turned into gentle love making. Heâd kiss you tenderly as his hips rocked into you, keeping the pace almost tortuously slow. He tended to kiss over your stomach whenever he could and caress it with gentle hands. Both of you were surprised and disappointed by the fact that your breasts were far too tender for any touch to feel good. So he kept his hands and mouth elsewhere.Â
The love making usually took place in bed. But every once in a while, heâd come up behind you and wrap his arms around your small frame, placing his hands on your belly as he kissed your neck until he finally got too impatient and lifted your dress to slip his cock inside.Â
Around eight months, and even for weeks after the birth, he showed no sign of needing you like that. He never made you feel pressured either, even when heâd hold you at night. You were grateful though because your body definitely wasnât ready for that yet.Â
It was a little after two months postpartum that you were becoming a bit too needy though. One day, after watching him play with and hold the baby, you finally snapped. The second you were alone you practically jumped his bones, kissing him almost animalistically and pulling on his hair until he moaned into your mouth and finally grabbed your hips.Â
âLove,â He started, but cut off when you unzipped your dress and let it fall to the floor, pooling around your feet.
âIf you donât fuck me right now Iâm going to lose my mind.â You warned breathily, working on ripping his clothes off.Â
âSlow down, darling. You have to be careful.â He said gently, making you more frustrated.
âThomas Shelby, I swear to god if you donât fuck me, Iâll go find someone who will.â You growled, giving him one last warning. He raised his brows, shocked and amused by your words. âI carried your child for nine months. The least you could do is make me come on your cock until I forget my own name.âÂ
âYouâre that needy, eh?â He smirked, making you scowl. âCalm down, Mrs. Shelby, Iâll give it to youâŚâ you still get butterflies when he calls you that, âbut you know I canât resist teasing you.âÂ
âYouâve teased me for months. Either fuck the shit out of me or Iâll get it from someone else.â You said, voice low and almost threatening, but you knew it only made Tommy more amused.Â
âHow have I teased you for months?â He asked innocently.Â
âChrist, Tommyâ just fuck me already. You have to do what I say because I just birthed a whole baby for you.âÂ
âI guess you're right.â He said with a sly smirk. âUntil you forget your own name?â You nodded eagerly and he walked you backwards until your legs hit the bed. Once you were laying down, he crawled over you and kissed you deeply, making you moan against his lips and bring your hands up to his hair. âAs you wish, darling.âÂ
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JUST ANOTHER OF YOUR MISTAKES
Thomas Shelby x Reader

Request made by @justsumtuffstuff: Could you do a tommy shelby imagine where you secretly have his kid but donât tell him until one day aunt polly sees you and is like âholy shitâ but thatâs not the surprise, the surprise is you have twins. Just a lot of angst and fluff pretty please? ((:
This fic will have two parts!
Warnings: angst, swearing, violence, grieving, a lot of pain, eventual fluff, smut
A/N: It's a.. heavy fic, so beware. Interact for more
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE
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The land of Birmingham seemed to never change, not one bit. Ever since the first people settled there, the sky hung over them as if by force, never clear enough to see prospects for the future. Robbing the poor kids of dreams, of the loud thumping in their hearts caused by excitement for the good that never came.
It would seem that God has lost his way to Birmingham, not to mention Small Heath. Dirt, smoke and silence that rang too loud when working men would finish their shifts in factories seeking peace in their homes. After all, the human brain can get used to everything.
What was the difference between going to sleep hungry every night, and the relentless churning in the depths of her stomach that Y/N felt? Pain that never let go, waking up along her side like a loyal husband, never ceasing to accompany her throughout the day. Never loosening the hold on her heart.
Oh, how cruel the fate can be, Y/N thought, looking at the white ceiling of her bedroom. One she slept in for many nights too long, carrying the weight of the curse on her shoulders.
Because she was cursed, that one she was sure. Seeing the man she loved more than anything else in the world, losing himself in the grief after another woman.
Because that was the woman whose name Y/N dared not speak or even think. That's who she was, another woman. Embodiment of pain and betrayal of so many promises, taking away the beautiful, blue gaze Y/N yearned for so badly.
God must have been so cruel, putting her through the uncertainty of ever seeing him again throughout the war, and then taking him away.
Taking him away from Y/N, and letting her watch the process. Letting her see the distance growing, the dilated pupils in his eyes after each doze of opium, fruitlessly trying to numb the pain he carried.
Y/N couldn't help but wake up everyday, wondering how different his grief would be if it was her who died. Would he cry? Would he push the other woman away, like he did her? Sometimes the pain felt like too much to handle, but Y/N would never try to pull the trigger. Subconsciously feeling the weight of shame in her chest if she'd ever somehow found out she was right. That he wouldn't care.
So she lived, losing pieces of her heart day by day, warming his bed whenever he saw it convenient.
Until that one day came, that was. Hearing the... Scary, oh so scary news from her doctor she visited in secret. Putting both of her hands on her still flat stomach, she didn't feel anything physically. Yet it was enough to find the strength, buried so deep in her heart.
The love she felt for her unborn children outweighed the love for him.
The tension in Arrow house felt heavier than usual, as Y/N dragged her heavy suitcase down the stairs before slowly making her way to his office. The pain, longing in her heart slowing her down, extending the seconds into forever.
Y/N took a deep breath as her hand pressed down on the metal handle, the loud click echoing throughout the mostly empty room. Wordlessly she slipped inside, walking up to his desk quietly, letting out a shaky breath when she stopped mere inches away from the wooden furniture. His eyes didn't move from the documents he was reading, an empty gaze fixed on black letters despite knowing she was there. Y/N waited for a second, giving him a chance to look at her. Hoping he would.
But he didn't.
âI'm leavingâ she said, loud enough to be heard. Silence followed her words, loud like never before as her heart squeezed in anticipation, silently begging him to stop her. To say something. Several moments passed before he finally did, making her heart stop for a mere second.
âSafe travels, Y/N Y/L/Nâ He responded in a cold, husky voice and for a moment, Y/N wondered who he was, wearing his face but sounding so different.
But the dust settled, just like the weight of his words as soon as she closed the door behind her back for what she thought would be the last time.
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Polly's eyes cut through his skin like a blade, her gaze never changing after that one feral day. The look of contempt and disgrace not even a bit different than one she gave him finding out what happened, back then.
âI was hoping you wouldn't be so stupidâ She hissed, leaning forward, reaching for a cigarette with a shaky hand. Her eyes were teary, as she inhaled the smoke. âWhen you were younger I saw your mother in your eyes. Now, they're full of greed and foolishness. Just like your father'sâ She spat out with contempt, raising from the chair. Quickly walking up to his own, she kneeled down for a moment, to meet his gaze.
One so empty, that gave her goosebumps.
âI will never forgive you, and... Neither will you.â She whispered. âBut you will have to live with the choice you made.â
Her words echoed loudly in his head several minutes after Polly left... And they never stopped ringing now, thirty eight months later. Thomas counted, every morning to be sure. After sobering up it was difficult to tell days apart. He rarely slept, fearful of the dreams he had at first.
He saw her, she was so close and yet no matter how fast Tommy ran, he couldn't reach her. Out of his reach no matter how hard he screamed or cried. Looking at him with the burning tears he caused.
It took him three months to sober up, give up on opium and... Feel. Thomas wasn't ready for the hellish pain that dawned on him once the drug wore off. The terrifying longing that dawned on him when he felt the remnants of her perfume on his pillow. The lack of relief he hoped for so badly, throwing away every single Grace's belonging he held onto previously, burning the photos and destroying the items, but it never came.
As time stretched, it became more intense. Thomas carried the pain and guilt wherever he went, finding the smallest bit of relief only in his office, searching for Y/N in every piece of England day by day.
Replaying the ways in which he treated her, internally setting himself on fire and forcing himself to feel every bit of it. Because that's what he deserved, to feel and carry the cross he created with his own hands.
Oh how beautiful the pain was, as he'd lean back in his armchair, closing his eyes and remembering her gaze. Her scent and her laugh, echoing so lively in his mind.
...but none of it worked, no matter how many people searched. How much money he spent on the search. Almost like she disappeared into thin air.
Day by day he was dying a little, bleeding through the wounds he so desperately prevented from healing every single time. Keeping the memory of her alive in his mind, not letting the hope die. Because it was all he had. Glimmer of hope. The leader of Peaky blinders became even worse than before. The pain shaped his mind in unknown ways, as the limitless cruelty became visible to anyone who dared to cross his path. Peaky Blinders were unmatched.
Nobody besides Thomas held onto the hope anymore. Knowing Y/N for so long, John and Artur knew she wouldn't come back. Not if her life depended on it. Polly only prayed for her safety.
...and Y/N? She stopped praying once her children were born. After finding out she'd have twins, she prayed every night for them to be born healthy. It was all that mattered.
Not the fact that she had to be using a fake name after moving to Coventry, mere miles away from Birmingham. But she couldn't afford to move further.
It's been.. so fucking hard. Everything. Y/N spent every night crying, begging any God that would listen to take away the pain in her heart. The pain that her babies only managed to lessen. Working as a waitress on nightshifts after accepting the kindness of her older neighbour. Mrs Wilson offered to take care of her boys while she works to help her make ends meet. Y/N had no idea what she would do without a woman she grew to call her only family.
âIt's no problem, honey. They're little angelsâ She said quietly with a kind smile, taking one of the boys into her arms mere days after they were born.
The pain Y/N felt by having to leave her kids every night was stronger than the physical one. Having to work a demanding job after giving birth to keep the roof over their heads.
She cried, cried so much that eventually tears ran out and all she could do was.. keep trying. The two little people by her side were giving her strength. Light that she couldn't see before them, and only existed because they were here. Keeping her own heart beating.
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âAre you sure? I can take care of them while you go, honey. You know how much I love them, don't you?â The older lady offered eagerly, caressing Nick's cheek with a smile, and a hint of concern while she glanced at Y/N.
âThank you, but I will take them. The least I can do is spend time with them throughout the day.â Y/N responded, smiling sadly to her neighbour who just nodded along, understanding the allusion.
Letting out a sigh, she put her hands together.
âBe careful, dear.â
Y/N squeezed her hand lightly before pulling away as she held her son's hand, while carrying the other one on her hip.
âAlwaysâ
Travelling via train took no longer than forty minutes, and with each passing mile, Y/N's anxiety grew. She hasn't been in Birmingham for a long time now, not looking back.
Yet, because of her official address being still in the Arrow house, she needed to visit the office to complete documentation for boys. She put it off as long as she could, but it was inevitable now.
Despite the negative emotions, Y/N couldn't felt.. better, having her babies with her. The familiar facial expressions or blue orbs were enough to sometimes bring her to tears, but she couldn't love them more. They were a perfect little copy of the man whose name was engraved on her heart. The older they were, the more similar looking they were and now at dashing two and a half years, both boys were troublemakers.
Slowly making their way through Birmingham, Y/N held one little hand, chatting away with Nick, who was more energised than his brother who slept soundly in his mum's arms.
â...and dat?â He asked, pointing towards the building and glancing curiously at his mama. Y/N smiled at his curiosity, seeing how similar personality wise he was to her.
âthat's a houseâ She replied calmly. The little boy cheered loudly, throwing his arms in the air.
"Yaay! Hooose!â He squealed making her chuckle, not caring about the scolding glances from other passengers.
A couple minutes later the other little one woke up, and started fussing because obviously he also wanted to walk now, while Nick wanted to be carried now. Sighing, Y/N put one of the kids down, and as she managed to pick up little Nick, she gasped loudly seeing her son's legs already in motion as he ran towards the crowd.
âTommy! Thomas, stop!â She yelled after him, chasing him with Nick on her hip who watched the whole thing with his blue eyes wide open. âTommy!â She yelled once again, and he finally turned around, stumbling upon someone.
Y/N closed the distance as fast as she could, grabbing little Tommy and pulling him back to his feet, as she checked for any bruises â found none.
âI'm so sorry, iââ She started out, wanting to apologise to the random passenger, but words died on her tongue as soon as her eyes locked with the familiar brown ones.
âY/N?â Polly stumbled out in shock.
Fuck
Part two upcoming
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A Proper Thank You (Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader) [+18]
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x female reader Summary: You're Tommy's younger girlfriend who he loves to spoil. Thankfully, you always know how to thank him. Word count: 2,954 Contents: (Minors DNI) Age gap (reader is in her 20's, Tommy is in his 40's), smut, daddy kink (a serious use of the word "daddy"), oral sex (male receiving), cum eating. Author's notes: Another collab with my bestie @fuckiingloser. Don't forget to give her some love too! Mandatory "english is not my first language" disclaimer. Love ya!
You were not the first young woman to be with a man in his 40's. It was still very common even if the times were changing. But there was something about this relationship that did mirror the societal shift. You were his sweet girlfriend who he paraded around town, who shamelessly sat on his lap while he worked and who shared his bed. Quite the scandal for those still stuck in Victorian times who would expect this to happen only between a married couple. Good thing the Victorian times had ended over 30 years ago.Â
Tommy loved having you by his arm half of the time. The other half he loved having you under him. Or on top, he wasn't picky. He got a kick out of the variety of looks some people would give him for having a pretty, young girl as his sweetheart. But above all things, he absolutely adored the way his pretty baby looked at him whenever he spoiled her rotten.
Today, you went with him to a horse ranch near Southam. A lovely place where Tommy intended to see that beautiful look in your eyes once more. He smirked, seeing you caress a beautiful mareâs nuzzle, the animal calm and docile under your touch.
âAye, I think she likes you.â Tommy announced with pride, already planning to buy the horse for his beautiful girlfriend.
âYou think?â You turned your head to look at him and admire his poise. The cigarette kissing his lips, the fine dark suit, the piercing blue eyes. So intimidating to many, so dear to you. âSheâs beautifulâŚâ Your thoughts and eyes returned to the mare, giving her another soft pet.
âYou two make a very pretty picture, baby girl.â He dropped his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out skillfully before making his way to you. His big arms wrapped around you from behind while he rested his chin on your shoulder. You smirked when a surprisingly sweet kiss was planted on the side of your head. Thomas Shelby was never sweet to anyone, not even in the dark humor jokes of those who knew him. His portrait could have easily been annexed to the definitions of âruggedâ, âseriousâ and even âruthlessâ, yet, here he was. This was what his lips that had spat out curses and threats were doing. Kissing. And very gently at that.Â
Above all women, you had a special place in his soul. You had him wrapped around your finger like those expensive rings you wore. Anything you wanted, you could have it. And if tomorrow you were to ask for a heart on a silver plate, he would tear anybodyâs chest open and serve it to you himself.
You leaned into him, just in time to meet his husky whisper:
âIf you want her baby⌠Sheâs yours.âÂ
With a big, spoiled princess grin, you turned around and looked at him in complete elation.
âThank you, daddy!â Your sweetness intoxicated him, the way you looked into his eyes killed him, and the way you called him âdaddyâ raised him from the dead. He absolutely loved it.Â
A calloused hand came up to touch your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing over your bottom lip. He admired the joy upon your beautiful face and studied it devotedly.
âAnything for my girl.â He spoke softly, his sexy Birmingham accent made your knees feel weak and your pussy become wetter. In a heartbeat, Thomas spoke to the farm owner, purchased the mare without even caring about the cost and made the necessary arrangements so you could have your pretty horse.Â
After a successful purchase, Thomas helped you into the passenger seat of his car, driving you back to town. You would have your horse tomorrow morning, right now, business called.
He drove you to the Garrison, the Shelby's family owned pub for a Peaky Blinder business meeting. Usually, women were not allowed, but you were not just a woman. You were Thomas Shelbyâs woman. And the people who knew would rather chop a limb off than dare to deny you access.
With his hand on your lower back, Tommy guided you inside the rowdy bar towards the private Peaky Blinders table. Everybody was waiting for your arrival between sips of irish whiskey and puffs of smoke. Thomas took a seat and you took yours on his lap, the feeling of your weight on him as natural as the feeling of air entering his lungs.Â
The men at the table did not bat an eye, your presence was the new normality. And in a way, a sign that things were good, that Thomas was relaxed and no conflicts were on the horizon. If something bad or difficult was preying upon them, you would be hidden away in some safe heaven and not happily sitting on Tommyâs lap. Perhaps, the only other emotion a few of the men could feel when looking at you was a secret, deeply buried longing. Anybody would love to have a beauty like you sitting on their lap. Not that they would allow Thomas to hear them admit that.
The meeting started around you, some usual business and many details you didnât care for. Thomas concentrated, his thumb mindlessly rubbing back and forth on your clothed thigh. You liked the skirt you wore, the fabric was soft, and it incited Tommy to touch. It was not exactly close to the feeling of your bare skin when you fucked him, or when he would make you sit naked on his lap while he worked in his house studio, but it was pleasant.Â
The more the meeting dragged on, the more you started to grow restless. And a little bored, in all honesty. Sitting on his lap sounded glamorous and sensual in theory but in practice it was a test of resilience and patience. Being a sweet arm candy girl like you required more than a pretty face and a hot body. You also had to possess the skills to tell when a meeting was dying out and calculate the exact perfect moment to lean closer to Tommyâs ear and whisper something to save you from boredom.
âYou know⌠I never properly thanked you today for getting me my beautiful horse⌠I think daddy needs a proper thank youâŚâ Thomas turned to look at you with a raised eyebrow and a little smirk.
âIs that right?â He leaned closer to you until your noses bumped together, giving your thigh a squeeze. âAnd just how would you thank daddy, then? Hmm?â He whispered, the meeting a mere background noise now. You leaned towards his ear again, whispering so quietly so only Tommy could hear.
âI wanna suck your cock⌠Or you can fuck me over your desk in the back?â You purred so innocently despite the pure filth of your words. His cock told you all you needed to know about his opinion. The twitch inside his pants impossible to miss. You pulled back to stare into his eyes and take in his tiny smirk. He knew that resistance was futile and completely incompatible with him when it came to you.
Without excusing words or explanations to the other gentlemen, Thomas scooted you two out of the booth, taking your hand and guiding you to the back. He kicked the small office door open and locked you both in. You could almost feel his piercing blues tracing the shape of your ass under that fashionable skirt you wore.Â
âSo...â You started, walking over to his desk and luring him to take a few steps closer to you. He towered over you, his rough hands touched your hips with interest. âHow does daddy want me?â You purred innocently, looking into his eyes.
Thomasâ cock hardened even more in his dress pants. Your figure, your soft face, your pretty eyes, your voice, you. Lust took over his eyes.
��âOn your knees baby⌠you know what daddy wants.â His voice was husky, overcome with his need for you and your pretty little mouth. You grinned, a hungry look in your eyes replicating his own. Steadily, you sunk to your knees, the fabric of your skirt your only padding on the cold floor. Tommy leaned against his desk and watched you work your magic. Your fingers undid the button of his pants with torturous care.
âYou know⌠If you wanted to fuck me in front that whole room of men⌠Iâd let you. Iâd let you do whatever you want to me..â You were a tease, you killed him slowly. His breath hitched a bit, his possessive streak driving him to total insanity. You were right. You would let him do anything he wanted. He knew. But hearing you say that made the fire of his lower stomach ignite him whole.
âOh, I know you would⌠Youâd be my good little girl, wouldnât you?â He whispered, brushing a hair out of your beautiful face. You nodded so innocently, and then lowered his pants down until they pooled around his ankles.
âI'll always be your good girl⌠Iâll always please you and let you use me however you needâŚâ You whispered back, a soft sensual smile gracing your lips. Tommy couldnât help but groan at your words, his painfully hard cock pulsing in his boxer briefs right in front of your face.
âGod, youâre such a good girl⌠Youâll be good for daddy now wonât you?â He cooed.Â
âAlways.â You purred in devotion. Your hands reached up to grab the band of his boxers and, with one swift, well trained motion, pulled them down. His large throbbing cock sprung free for you to drool over. Mere inches away from your face.Â
âYou gonna thank your daddy properly, hmm?â He asked with a sexy smirk, heavily accented and incredibly husky. You nodded obediently, your eyes going from his beautiful irises to his hard cock. It had been over four months since you became his sweetheart and you still felt enamored at his sheer size.
âYes daddyâŚâ You answered softly then looked back up to his pretty blue eyes. âGonna suck your cock and drain these perfect balls just how you likeâŚâ You made it a point to speak so innocently, stirring something in him. He could have lost himself right then and there from your words alone. It took him a second to fully take in the idea. The dirtiest promises coming from the prettiest girl he has ever seen.
âFuck baby⌠Youâre gonna be the death of me someday, you know that?â He asked in a playful little smirk, and you attacked. Your soft hand wrapped around his aching hard cock. He groaned softly.
âBut at least youâll die happy.â You purred, gifting him a few seconds to prepare himself before finally leaning in to swirl your tongue skillfully over the head of his dripping cock. Thomas let out a guttural moan, his hand gripping his desk behind him in an attempt to steady himself. His head fell back, the texture of your wet, warm tongue erasing each and every thought off his mind. It all became you and you only. You licking him, tasting his sensitive tip, you pleasing him.
âFuck, baby⌠My perfect girlâŚâ He managed to choke out, affected yet addicted. Your tongue swirled over him expertly, and you looked up at him. A sweet happy hum reverberated in your throat as you tasted the salt of his precum. Every drop that ran down his tip not making it far thanks to your eager licks. Your hum sent vibrations up his cock, making him feel like his knees were about to buckle under him. The only time he appreciated feeling vulnerable.
Tommy looked down at you servicing him, taking your sweet time on his sensitive tip. The fire in your eyes recognized his and burnt with it.Â
âHoly-f-fuck.. my girl knows how to suck her daddyâs cock so goodâŚ.â He groaned, and you took more of his lengthy cock in your mouth, working your way down and sucking it, your tongue massaging it slowly.
He tried his best to maintain his composure and control, but another swirl of your tongue made him admit to himself that he would not last long.
âF-fuck, baby girl⌠You keep going like thatâŚâ He groaned, gripping the edge of the wooden desk harder and urging you.
You bobbed your head on his cock in a skillful rhythm. The sounds coming from you were so filthy and obscene. Nothing could have torn his gaze away from you. It was a war between him and his throbbing cock. He wanted more, desperately needed more, but his orgasm neared closer than his next breath.
 âYouâre too good to me, baby girl⌠Youâre gonna make daddy come⌠And itâs gonna be right in your pretty mouth, and youâre gonna take every last drop, arenât you?â He cooed with one hand touching the top of your head for support. You bobbed your head, up and down his shaft, with your nose bumping his pelvic area. You looked up and hummed in response. You always swallowed.
Noting his increasing pleasure, you pushed yourself to take more of his thick cock. You gagged a little and earned a loud moan from him akin to music to your ears.
âGoood girl⌠Good girl.â With his praise like a mantra, he watched over you, almost out of breath. âThat's it. I'm gonna come for you⌠âm gonna come in this mouth and youâre gonna swallow all of it, arenât you baby?â He repeated, unaware by now. No thoughts inside his head, only your perfect mouth that pulled back for just a second.
 âYes, daddy.â You purred, looking up at him with innocent eyes before taking him in your mouth again, this time working faster and with much more intensity. Constantly swiping against the underside of his thick cock.
Thomas had to resist the urge of bucking into your mouth and fuck your face just the way he likes, but he found the willpower to stay calm. This was all about you pleasing him, putting that mouth of yours to work and thanking him.Â
âGood girl, such a good fuckinâ girlâŚâ He praised, his orgasm so close to hitting him and knocking him flat out. âNow, remember, baby girl⌠Whatâs my rule?â His voice almost cracked. Dominance was a hard thing to upkeep when his balls tightened this hard and your throat hummed around him. Your pussy grew wetter at the mention of the rule, one you had committed to memory.
âBefore you can swallow, you have to show it to daddy... Need to see my come all over your pretty tongue, hmm?â Thomas said, barely hanging on at this point. One of his hands holding your hair back and the other gripping the desk behind him for stability.
You hummed as loud and as best as you can, his thick cock barely giving up space for sound to travel. You kept sucking him, and his resistance was hung on by a thread, ready to snap at any moment. His moans, his heavy breaths, the hot puffs of air he lets out, the way his cock throbbed in your mouth⌠You wanted him done for.Â
Your hand came up, gently cupping his balls and giving them a soft squeeze. His breath hitched and he cursed under his breath.
âHoly fuck, baby-â He choked out, and everything snapped inside him. âComing..â That was the only word he managed to utter before his resolve crumbled and his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. His hand grabbed your hair firmly, but not painfully, keeping you there, ready to take it all.
Your movements stopped in anticipation and his cock pulsed inside your mouth. A salty load of cum coated your tongue completely and his sensual low groan filled your ears. His eyelids fluttered shut for a moment and his lips stayed parted. When every last drop was unloaded, he opened his eyes back again and looked at you intently.
âShow daddyâŚâ He murmured, his voice a little strained. You obeyed, pulling off him and sitting back on your knees. With pride, you stuck out your cum-painted tongue for his viewing pleasure.
âMy good girl.â Tommy praised. You were indeed so good. So obedient. So perfect for him. âYou can swallow now, baby girl.âÂ
His hand petted the top of your head with appreciative softness, and you, living up to his praise, did as he said. The salt taste of his cum mixing with your saliva before passing down your throat. A soft hum of approval coming from you made him smile ever so gently.
He reached down to pull up his pants, tucking his now soft, sensitive and tired cock back into his boxers and buttoning his dress pants. He reached his hands down, pulling you up from the floor easily into his arms. When you were close to his face, you gave him a cheeky little smile. His hands cupped your face and gently pulled you in for a burning hot, passionate kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, making him taste himself on you. A pervertedly satisfied smile crept into the kiss.
Slowly, he pulled back, looking at you with half-lidded eyes.
âYou know⌠If all it took to get you to do that for me is to buy you a horse⌠I think I'll buy you a horse, or anything else you want every single day for the rest of your life.â Tommy whispered in a mix of sensuality but also pure, deep love.Â
Your eyes twinkled a bit and a soft smile appeared on your face. He was just as obsessed with you as you were with him.Â
âDealâ.
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could i request a small fic/imagine where tommy is soft with only his girlfriend/fiancĂŠ/wife and his kids?đŤśđź
Scary? My God you're divine!
A/N: hey babes, this is actually longer than I was expecting lmao. It still is under 1000 though. I am a huge sucker for soft!Tommy so thank you so much for this request đ. I named the baby Charlotte before I realised how much her full name sucks and then couldn't be arsed to change it, so apologies to Charlotte Shelby. This is probably also ooc but I don't give a shit, but I hope you like it anon!!! đđ
You knew what Tommy did, what came with his job. All the illegal affairs and cutting people up. You'd be a fool not to. But you couldn't help but feel as if the real Tommy Shelby was the one who came out when he was with you.
Ever since the start of your relationship, Tommy had always acted differently around you, much softer, always there to place a soothing hand on your back or hunch over to talk to you with his lips brushing your ear, his words meant for no ears but your own. His hardened gaze softened and the corners of his mouth would quirk up in a a miniscule smile, only momentarily but you would count that as a win no less.
Arthur had employed you to help run things at the garrison, you weren't exactly excellent at maths but you were certainly better than Arthur so you would help with the books as well as working as a barmaid. The two of you met for the first time when Tommy burst into the office of the garrison with a cut on his sharp cheekbone, he thought he would be opening the door to his brother, you thought he was the most handsome man you had ever seen. You insisted on helping and sanitising the "wound" and although he initially refused he soon gave in to your worried frown and relentless offer of help. The two of you had been practically inseparable since, rarely seeing one without the other and if one was missing they were never very far behind.
Tommy took to you almost immediately after meeting you, and Polly clocked him the very next day. The woman always was good at reading Tommy and that day was no different.
Over the next couple of months, whenever he was around Tommy barely let you lift a finger, always eager to help lift things and assist in anyway possible, never letting you out yourself in any risk whatsoever, no matter how small. At first you were offended, thinking that he was doing it because he thought you incapable, what with you being a woman, or if he didn't trust you enough to do things on your own. But when you brought it up one day, thoroughly fed up, he was quick to quell your suspicions and doubts by instead admitting his growing feelings towards you. Absolutely zero persuasion was needed for you to agree to a date with the handsome Tommy Shelby, and now three years later you're married with an adorable little four month old baby girl named Charlotte.
Tommy often refers to your small family as his greatest weakness, saying that if it ever gets out how soft he is that his reputation would never recover. But you just laugh to yourself and cuddle in closer, hand coming up to stroke Charlotte's head. No one would believe it if it got out, he has nothing to worry about.
The first time Tommy had held her you would've thought she was made out of cheap glass, fragile and likely to break at even the smallest of mishandlings. You knew from the moment that little Charlotte Shelby first opened her eyes, sharp and blue like her fathers, that she had Birmingham's most feared gangster wrapped around her teeny tiny pinky. Once the doctor had shown him how to hold the baby properly, supporting her head and all that, it was hard to separate the two.
Every night when he came home to you he would lie in the centre of the bed with you curled up into his side, head resting on his firm shoulder, and he would place the small babe to lie on his bare chest, small legs tucking up in a scrunch like a frog and cute babbles making the corners of his eyes crease.
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heyyyyy
could you do a Tommy shelby fic?
in which he fucks Ada's bestfriend when she is 18!
hii, love this idea xx I have been writing this all day, time to celebrate with a jam sandwich:) xx
Finally mine
warning: agegap!, Thomas lusts after her while she is underage, grooming, virginity loss, virginity kink, innocence kink, unprotected sex, Tommy being a softie, possessiveness
pairing: Thomas Shelby x Innocent!Reader
summary: ever since he came back from the war, Tommy found himself wanting his sisterâs lovely and sweet best friend, too bad he has to wait until she is 18

(Y/N) was the sweetest girl in the whole of Birmingham, always polite and kind. Thomas was smitten with her from day one. She and Ada met in school, she felt sorry that Ada was always alone, because everyone told their kids to stay away from the filthy Shelbyâs. So, one day she gathered the courage and sat beside the sad girl, who was very excited to finally have a friend.
It was the age of war, so everyone was always on the edge of a meltdown. And money wasnât exactly falling from the sky. While (Y/N)âs family werenât considered aristocrats by any chance, she never had to worry about not getting fed, or not having a warm bed to sleep in. That was something that the Shelbyâs couldnât exactly relate to, there was little money and quite a few mouths to feed. Aunt Polly tried her best to feed the hungry children at the table, but she was failing more and succeeding less. Her sister-in-lawâs three big boys were away at war, but they were always talked about.
One day, the thirteen year old (Y/N) plopped down beside her best friend Ada with a full lunch box in hand. She always had lunch packed with her, but Ada never did. For a long time, she just assumed that the malnourished girl was not hungry in school. While she was munching on her apple, she heard the growl of a hungry belly and Ada turned her head down in shame. While a girl is naive at 13, (Y/N) immediately knew that her friend was hungry, and that she probably didnât get as much food at home as she did. When Ada looked back at her, she reacted with a wide smile to the outstretched hand towards her, holding a big red apple.
For the rest of the break, they just sat under their tree, silently chewing on their apples, with a smile on both faces.
That is how Ada knew that (Y/N) was going to be her lifelong best friend. She opened up to her when they were sharing a cigarette on the edge of the forest.
âWe had more money before the war, if Tommy was here he would make sure that we have food.â Ada explained.
(Y/N) just blinked at her friend. âWhoâs Tommy?â
âââ-
Three years later, the girls were now sixteen and the war was finally over. Because (Y/N) herself didnât have any brothers, or sisters, she didnât know how many families waited for this day to come.
It was a pretty summer day, and she made her way to the Shelby household, where she was always welcomed by Aunt Polly. Except, when she walked into the house, there was only one man sitting at the table. Her breath got stuck in her throat and she blushed heavily, he was very handsome. For a moment she believed that she walked into the wrong house, but the photographs on the walls proved otherwise. He was smoking a cigarette and staring at the wall blankly, he was so lost in his own thoughts that he didnât even hear her come in.
Thomas just wanted a moment to himself in his childhood house before going back to the Garrison, he was not the same man anymore. Suddenly, he saw a figure in the corner of his eye. A second later, the two pairs of eyes met. His previously sad eyes lit up at the sight of her, but he tried to conceal it. She was so beautiful⌠Slender and weakish frame, something that made him eager to protect her. Her long and soft looking hair. And that face, oh god, that pretty face.
âH-Hi⌠Iâm (Y/N).â She walked closer to him and stuck her hand out for him, she recognized him from the pictures, he was one of Adaâs brothers.
He heard about her, Aunt Pol always told him what was happening on Watery Lane in the letters she sent to Tommy. She had mentioned Adaâs lovely friend, multiple times. She told him that the girl was pretty, very kind, and that she went with her to church on Sundays when no one else wanted to, just so Polly didnât have to go alone.
Tommy smiled at her, and she felt herself get lost in those bright blue gems of eyes. Instead of shaking her hand, he brought it to his lips and planted a little kiss on it. Her hand was soft and warm, it was a while since he felt the touch of a gentle female. He smiled when she blushed more at his kiss. âThomas Shelby.â
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From that day on, Miss (Y/L/N) was under the protection of the Peaky Blinders. Thomas always had one of his men following her and Ada to school, and then back home. It killed him knowing that he couldnât touch her, make her his, not yet anyway. That would have been immoral and awful, and he knew that aunt Pol would have broken his hand in two and cut off his cock. That didnât mean he hadnât spent too many night fucking his fist to the thought of her. Everyone in the Shelby clan could see how soft he was towards her, always making sure that she stays out of the bad things, and whenever she came over and he was working, his eyes basically formed into hearts and followed her everywhere. The family loved her, she enjoyed baking and she always made sure that at least once a week she turned up to the office with home-baked treats. Those kinds of sweet treats calmed everyone down, business was blooming after all.
Ever since Tommy came back from the war, he only let himself be pleasured by whores, the one girl he wanted was the one he had to wait for. He always hired prostitutes that resembled her even the slightest bit. He imagined that he was burying himself inside her wet and warm walls, he overheard her and Ada and he was very well aware that she was untouched, a sweet little virgin. In Small Heath, the girls started sleeping around in their teens, but she, at 17, didnât care about the boys her age. She wanted a certain gangster, who was nearing his thirties.
He didnât even claim her yet, but wherever she walked, everyone knew she was Tommy Shelbyâs girl. He sent her gifts, and always a handwritten note. Her heart never failed to warm up when she saw the little T.S on the bottom of the cards. Flowers, chocolates, exotic spices that she could put in her sweet treats, jewellery, dresses, everything a 17 year old girl loves. She was spoiled by him. When she wore one of the dresses that he got for her, she always sent him a shy smile and a little nod.
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Tomorrow was going to be the day when she would finally become 18 years old, a young lady. She felt so antsy getting to bed, knowing that she would wake up as an adult. She also deeply hoped that Tommy would do something, after 2 years of gifts, protection and lustful gazes from distance. It was safe to say that her standards were very much heightened.
When she woke up, she noticed a big box on the chair of her vanity, tied up in one of those big ribbons. Her mother must have brought it up for her, as she always did when her daughterâs name was on the box, written by the familiar handwriting.
She was smiling widely when she opened the box up, it had a beautiful silky dress and a gold locket necklace. She marvelled at the divine fabric, but quickly blushed when she looked into the box again. There was a set of white lingerie and a note.
Tonight, Iâll send a car to pick you up at 7pm, be ready.
~T.S
She melted at that, and she felt her lower tummy warm up. This evening, she will finally be claimed.
ââ-
By the time 7pm rolled around, she did everything she could to make herself look pretty for him. She took a long hot bath, made sure she smelled good everywhere. She washed her hair and tied up half of it with a bow. She put lotion all over herself, sprayed herself with perfume and put the lovely dress on. Sitting in her vanity, she put on some makeup. She felt beautiful.
She got her light coat on, along with kitten heels and she was waiting for his car to come. When it did, she sat in the backseat and greeted the driver.
She got driven to Arrow house, which she only heard about before. It was so huge, and overwhelming, but very nice.
A maid took her coat and escorted her to the dining roomom. Just like the rest of the house, it was quite big, both the room itself and the table. It was decorated elegantly, the candlelight flooded the room. Just as she stepped in, Thomas walked in the room on the other door. He looked so handsome as always, with his muscular frame and his tailored suit.
His heart nearly jumped out of his chest, she looked like an angel, and she was standing in his house, wearing his gift. The maid left, now there were only two of them in the room, he walked up to her. With a gentle hand on her waist, he pulled her closer so he could plant a kiss on her cheek and whisper in her ear. âYou look absolutely gorgeous.â He got even closer, her head was spinning with him so close, his masculine scent sent her hormones into overdrive. âI hope the dress isnât the only gift of mine on you.â
He felt his dick twitch when she looked up at him like that, a gentle glint in her eyes. She shaked her head, too lost in his eyes to answer with words. To shake her out of her trance, he guided her to her seat, with his hand still on her slender waist.
He sat next to her, the maids kept on serving the finest of foods. Thomas also brought out a bottle of red wine. Both of them were surprised how easy it was for them to talk. They talked and ate, and Tommy even found himself laughing. He also found out how innocent she was, she wasnât stupid, just inexperienced, and he was more than happy to give her experience. She also had a big heart, and a gentle soul, she was everything he needed.
While everyone in Small Heath tried to warn her about Thomas Shelby, she never understood why. He was just trying to protect his family and give them a chance at a better life, he was also an absolute softie for her. She could see that he had a lot of love to give, he enjoyed being the leader and defeating other gang leaders, but he must have been craving someone who could take care of him for once, she knew that she wanted to be that person.
When they finished dessert, he pulled her chair closer to his and cradled one of her blushing cheek into his palm.
âAre you aware of my intentions towards you?â He asked in a serious tone, she knew that he wasnât fooling around. Now or never. She nodded as much as she could with the gentle hold on her face, but he wasnât having it. âAnswer me with words, I want to see if you really want this.â She felt dizzy by hearing his dominating tone.
âYes, I know your intentions with me.â She replied shyly.
âWhat are they?â His fingers started to move her hair out of her face, caressing her in the process.
âY-You want to make me yours.â She spoke lowly, it was hard to speak when he was looking at her as if he was seconds away from ravaging her.
âYes, and do you want that, (Y/N)? Do you want me to make you mine?â He was even closer now, he whispered seductively in her ear, his full lips were nearly touching the shell of her ear. âJust say the word, sweetheart, and I will give you everything you crave. Please, let me give you the world.â Thomas Shelby barely used the word âpleaseâ, but he was nearly begging for her. She almost giggled, as if she really needed much convincing.
âI want it, I want it so bad, TommyâŚâ She was getting impatient, and he saw it on her.
âShh, sweetheart⌠Donât let your pretty head worry, Iâm going to take care of you so nicely.â He stood up and stuck his hand out for her to take. âCome.â
He walked with her to his bedroom, she was walking behind him so she couldnât see the wicked grin on his lips. When they stepped in the door, he just kept on walking, which caused her to walk backwards, until her knees hit the bed and she had fallen down on it.
He didnât waste a second and crawled on top of her, his lips slowly finding hers. Their kiss started out slow, he guided her lips with his own. After a few minutes, noticing that she was starting to become more and more confident, he slipped his tongue into her open mouth. His hand wandered to her back, where the zipper was, his head pulled away so he could ask for silent permission. Once he got it, he helped her sit up and he removed the dress. Sitting back on his heels, he admired the sight in front of him, her young body was just begging to be ruined. She was wearing the lace, she looked exactly like an angel. His lips glued themselves to her neck and they sucked and bit, her noises were proof that she was enjoying his touch. He made sure to really mark her up, she wasnât going to leave his mansion for a while, he needed his time with his new prize. She bit down on her lips to hide her moans, something he growled at.
âDonât you dare. I want to hear you, donât hold back, sweetheart.â
He went down to her breasts, he also reached under her arched back and unclasped her bra. She tried to cover herself, but he was having none of it. He slowly unpeeled her arms from her chest and kissed all around her breasts. âHow beautiful! Such a nice pair of tits you have, the best Iâve seen.â He sucked a nipple into his mouth and she mewled loudly, she didnât expect to feel so aroused while getting her nipples sucked at. He made sure that he gave both of her tits the same treatment before going lower.
Before he could do more, he stood up to remove his shirt and pants, her presence was making him hotter by the minute. He hooked his fingers into her panties and his cock nearly tore his underwear when he saw how the crotch was stuck to her entrance. She was already so ready for him. He yanked harder and they finally parted, he brought her panties up to his nose and inhaled deeply. âMhm, so sweet⌠But, I think I need to feel this from the source.â Tommy dropped to his knees in front of her spread legs, her mind was making her doubt herself. What if she looked ugly down there? What if it smelled or tasted bâ
âOHâ Tommy!â She moaned loudly when his tongue licked a long stripe up her slit. He just chuckled into her pussy darkly, then he moved on to her pleasure. His mouth was sucking her throbbing clit, his fingers slowly circled her entrance, teasing her.
âFuck⌠Your cunt tastes divine, and itâs only for my mouth to taste.â It wasnât even a question. She was unable to form a coherent sentence, she could only moan and thrash on his tongue. He took one finger and he slowly eased it into her, she was so wet that it slipped right into her, he didnât hesitate to add another one. âYouâre going so good, I cannot wait to feel this tight virgin pussy on my cock.â He curled his fingers and rubbed them right into her spongy spot, her fingers grabbed his hair and tried to push his face more into her heat. He felt her clenching more and more, so he sped up his movements and grinned proudly when she came undone with a whiny moan and a desperate call of his name.
He kissed his way back up to her heaving chest and looked up at her flushed face. He talked her through it, until her breathing evened out again. He slowly slipped his underwear off, his back straightened out for her to see his big cock. It was veiny and thick and it made her nervous. He kept her legs spread, while he kneeled between them, one of his hand smoothing her face and the other one gripped himself at his base. âWant to give a little touch? Donât be scared, Iâm going to make this very pleasurable for you, my sweet girl.â He hissed when her fingertips made contact with his dripping tip, he was so pent up and her soft touch nearly made him blow his load all over her juicy tits, but he had to stay patient. âAre you ready? Ready to become mine?â
âYes, Tommy, please, I want to feel you. I-I waited for you.â This caused him to grin and give her a deep kiss.
âI know you did, little one.â He positioned himself at her entrance and he slowly began pushing in, he felt a bit of resistance, but with a sharp thrust, he managed to break through it. He wrapped her up in his arms and whispered sweet nothings into her ear soothingly. âI know, I know. It will feel better in a minute, your pussy just has to adjust to my cock. Relax.â It didnât hurt as much as she thought it would, but it still did, the girls in her class made it sound worse, or maybe their boyfriends didnât take the time to prep them properly. That made her so proud, her Tommy made sure she was ready. She tried her best to relax her muscles and she felt the pain lessen. She planted a shy kiss on Tommyâs neck at which he chuckled at. âGood girl. Youâre mine now, only mine.â He slowly began moving in and out of her.
Her walls gripped on him like a vice, he didnât need any whores anymore, he had her now. His hands lifted her hips up a bit, so his cock was hitting her spot at every thrust. He went more and more faster, his fingers also began rubbing on her swollen clitoris.
âAHâ Tommy, Iâm going toâdo that thing again.â His innocent little girl, so good for him.
âGood⌠I can feel you squeeze me, come on, sweet girl, come for me. Come on my cock. Let me fill you up. Let me make you mine.â With a shout of his name and a cry, she came around him. When he felt her walls pulsing around him, he let go too. His warm cum painted her walls, and it was such a delicious sensation. He stayed inside her for a few minutes, both of them trying to catch their breaths.
When he pulled out, he sat back so he could watch his cum leak out of her spent hole. He looked down proudly at his softening cock, which had some of her blood on it. Shit, he really filled her up with his load, there was so much of it. And the whiteness of him and the dark crimson of her virginity made such a lovely contrast together.
He took a rag from his bedside table and cleaned her up, making sure that he was gentle with her, the girl just got fucked and she was sensitive both physically and mentally, he had to be gentle.
After he made sure they were both clean, he once again brought her into his embrace. He smiled at her lovingly, which caused her to do the same. Her hair was all puffy from his touch, but he loved it.
âAre you okay? Does it hurt?â He cradled her cheek, and caressed her under eye area with his fingertip.
âIâm good, I feel a bit sore, but itâs okay.â She nuzzled into his neck and left little kisses. âIâm so happy to be here with you.â
He smiled in a way he didnât for a long time, and he felt his heartbeat quicken. He wanted to give the world to the girl in his arms, and he felt the primal urge to protect her and keep her away from all the bad. âMe too. Iâm happy to know that youâre finally mine.â

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How the Peaky boys would react to âyou wearing a sundressâ -> headcannon
(NSFW) but more implied then truly written, but still read at your own risk
TommyđŞ
đŞit was a hot day, and you were rummaging through your clothing chest to try find something suitable to wear to bear the heat outside.
đŞTommy had headed out early, business to attend to with Alfie Solomons.
đŞhe hadnât meant to wake you, trying to sneak around the bedroom to get dressed and get out of the house: especially after a⌠long night
đŞbut still, you stirred and whined âTom?â You breathe with a rasped voice âsâalright, back to sleep darlingâ he instructed but you endured, sitting up and stretching your arms high above your head and Thomas watched as the covers fell to reveal your bare torso and it took all his self control to stop salivating.
đŞyou climbed out of bed and threw the slip dress over your head, heading towards your husband who was buttoning his shirt in the mirror
đŞyou turned him towards you and swatted his hands away, and he allowed you to finish buttoning his shirt for him, finishing the top button and pulling the collar down to kiss him.
đŞâSolomons is coming by todayâ Thomas huffed and you looked up at him with narrowed eyes âlong meeting?â You ask and he shakes his head âshouldnât beâ you nod âdâyou want me to come by later? Bring you some lunch?â You ask and he connects his eyes with yours âyâknow yâworry me when you stay in there all dayâ you continue and he offers a small smile. âIâll take that as a yesâ you say, kissing the corner of his mouth and tapping his chest, ushering him out of the door. âGo on, shoo.â
đŞhe smirked and grabbed his cap on the way out, whistling as he went
đŞso there you were, already sweeting with mere silk on your body
đŞyou saw a dress with the tags still on, yellow and billowing at the bottom: sundress
đŞyou looked it over one before deciding it was the perfect choice for todayâs endeavours.
đŞyouâd nipped out to the market first, collecting some supplies to make him some soup or whatever you could conjure up.
đŞyou even grabbed some sunflowers too; having bought him a vase for his office, thinking it needed some life brought into it, given the volume of lives that were lost in that room.
đŞlater in the day you headed to Tommyâs office, assuming that his meeting must be done by now and to feed him.
đŞyouâd headed to the Garrison, greeting Harry and having a few wandering eyes following you as you approached the Blinderâs designated room, thinking nothing of it as you turned the door knob.
đŞTommy couldnât be mad at your intrusion for the sheer sight of you. His pupils blew out of his head as he looked you over, heâd never seen this dress before. Yet his jaw gritted at the way Alfred fucking Solomons had the same reaction.
đŞâoh Iâm so sorry gentlemanâ you said, pivoting to leave âno no, sweetheart. Alfie was just leaving. Werenât you?â Tommy asked and Alfie creased his brows but with the eyes his business partner was giving him told him everything he needed to know. âYeah yeah, just leaving Tomâ
đŞAlfie stood, to leave and smiled at you âlovely to see you, poppetâ Alfie said, youâd always gotten along with him; you hugged him as he welcomed it, and he grinned at you âyou look gorgeous you, yeah? Lovely new dress. Fabulous it isâ âfuck off Alfieâ âyeah yeah Iâm going, bye loveâ
đŞTommy looked you over as the door clicked shut with tight lips. âIâm sorry Tom I didnât think heâd still be here-â âhave you had that on all day?â He cuts you off and you raise your brows âthe dress?â âMhmâ âoh yeah, found it earlier. Never worn it.â You say, spinning to give him a giddy look at it.
đŞTommy couldnât help but smile âcâm ere.â He beckons you over and you approach him âI brought you some lunch-â you begin ânah, got all I need to eat right hereâ he says and grabs your hips, prompting you to discard your basket on his desk.
đŞhe sits back in his seat; opening his legs to pull you to stand between them. He gently takes the fabric between his fingers, then drags his hands so slowly up to your torso, not looking at your face. You fidget anxiously, his hands dragging back down to the hem of the dress.
đŞâdangerous wearing this, loveâ he says, dipping his hands under the dress to rest on your upper thighs, finally looking at you. You smile. He realises how easily the fabric is lifted, pushing you back to sit on his desk âcanât do this to yâold Tom and expect to get away with itâ he says, with a tut, unzipping his trousers and removing his suspenders as he pushes your underwear to the side.
đŞâIâm buying you more oâ these.â
Alfieđ§¸
đ§¸Alfie was sat reading the newspaper in his armchair, Cyril asleep beside him when you came into the room.
đ§¸âso, what do you think?â You asked and Alfie looked up but had to do a double take. A white sundress with frilled straps and tight torso. âBlimey poppet, whatâs this then?â He asked, dropping his glasses to the end of his nose to get a better look at you.
đ§¸âa sundress Alf!â You say, âyâbought it last year, remember?â âThought Iâd remember buying something like this.â He says, standing to his feet, moving to take your hand in his own âgive us a spin then darlingâ he says, turning you as the fabric billowed as you went only for your gorgeous beaming face to return to him.
đ§¸ânow this is fucking fabulous ainât it darlinâ, fucking fabulous. Bloody love it. Suits you nicelyâ he mumbles as you smile âbut yâcanât wear itâ he says and your face drops âyâwhat?â You asks, brows furrowing. âYâaint givin yâold man heart palpitations and expecting me to let yâout of the house, flower. Not like thisâ he says sternly, wagging an accusatory finger at you.
đ§¸âbut weâre got to go to the market-â you protest ânah, we ainâtâ he says, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as you yelp. He flips the rim of your skirt up so he gets a great view of your ass, smacking it lightly âAlfie!â
đ§¸âdonât think I wonât shag yâon these stairs, treacle, now let me get up the fucking stairs, yeah?â
đ§¸then later in the day when youâd finally manage to coax him off of you and out of the house to the market, there was a hand permanently on your waist. And then at some point you bent over to smell some flowers and Alfie couldnât help but lean his hips into yours. You yelped âAlfie!â You hissed. âCâmon love I canât cope.â He grunts, impatiently prompting the rest of the shopping to go by faster, flipping the skirt of the dress up again when he finally got back to the car.
Arthurđş
đşso. Fucking. Antsy.
đşcanât keep his fucking hands off of you.
đşleft early, didnât he? Ended up waking you up; banging all the doors shut and all that as he clambered out of the house.
đşyou decided that was your wake up call regardless, knowing full well that if heâd have left in a state such as the one he was in last night then it wasnât good business. Meaning itâd perk him up for you to visit him and calm down his anger during the day, even if it was only a chat to rectify his emotions.
đşyouâd gotten yourself dressed without a second thought, inly to do a double take and head right back into the house when you felt the sweltering temperatures outside the from door.
đşyouâd rummage through your clothing chest, struggling to find anything suitable for such an occasion, used to the drizzly cool downpour of the indefinite English winter.
đşthen you spotted it; the sundress
đşArthur had gone mad for it last year, and it was forgotten about at around Christmas time when it was way too cold for attire like that, but now was the perfect opportunity to wind him up again.
đşand you were in a teasing mood after the way heâd slammed the front door shut and made a crack in the mahogany.
đşso youâd slipped it on, it was a lovely shade of pink; baby pink to be exact. Arthur loved that colour on you, made him forget all his troubles and appreciate his woman for a while - especially when he couldnât get his hands off you. So, giving yourself a once over you spritzed a bit of the expensive perfume Thomas had kindly gifted you the Christmas prior, the one you knew Arthur liked the smell of, and headed out the door.
đşyou decided to stop by the bakery on the way to his office, the bakery with the young cashier who had a large crush on you who Arthur absolutely despised, and you knew itâd get him even more rilled up knowing full well that youâd been in that dress, had leant over the counter while the young lad stumbled over his words and explained what was in every one of them, let you sample the one that the lad knew full well was your favourite, and gave you it on the house with a tip on the hat and a kiss on the hand.
đşyeah this was turning out to be a pretty good day.
đşso you waltzed through the building, little spring in your step as you greeted all the turning heads who watched you as you walked.
đşyou knocked on his door âfuck offâ and you opened it âsorry Arth, thought youâd want some companyâ you say in the shyest voice you could manage to muster. His demeanour immediately changed when he heard your voice, his posture settled but when he looked at you his mouth ran dry.
đşâbrought you a bunâ you say, taking it out of the bag youâd brought and knew full well he looked at the branding on the paper packaging. His jaw went slack. âFuck me love, yâtryna kill me?â He asked, taking his cap off his head and shooting his head beneath it. âWhat do you mean, darling?â You asked, feigning innocence, heading to his desk as you placed the treat in front of him. âYou know fucking damn well what. That bastard dress is back againâ he says, grabbing your waist with calloused hands to bring you closer to him and he looked you over.
đşâwearing the nice perfume too, ainât ya love?â He asked meekly and you nodded âwarm day and I couldnât find anything else. Saw how quickly youâd left his morning so I thought Iâd bring you something to eatâ you say with a small, innocent smile as you stroked his cheek. He swallowed hard, eyes unwillingly shifting from you to the pastry on his desk.
đşâyâve been to that fucking bakery, ainât ya?â He asked, gritting his teeth âwell itâs your favourite-â âand that little bastard was serving wasnât he?â He asked again, eyes narrowing âwho? Daniel-â âyes fucking Daniel that little cock rocket who thinks he can get in your knickers thatâs whoâ he seethed.
đşthen it dawned on him. âAnd he saw you in this fucking thingâ he growled, bunching the pink material in his hands as he huffed âmâsorry Arth. Didnât thinkâ you reply. Liar. âNah I think you knew. Knew to tease yâold Arthur didnât you?â He asked, thumb drawing small circles into your waist. You replied with a small smile âI knew it! Yâlittle minx!â He chuckled, shaking his head.
đşâwell!âYou exclaim, taking his hands and prying them from your waist as his face dropped âIâll leave you be. Enjoy your pasty. Love you.â You say, turning to make your leave and he almost growled.
đşâwhere the fuck do you think youâre going?â He asked, standing up after you as you walked back through his door, failing to suppress your smirk. He pretty much sprinted after you, grabbing you roughly and throwing you over his shoulder to turn right back around and into his office. âGot all I want to eat right fucking âere. You ainât leaving this office in this bastard dressâ he promises, slamming the office door behind the two of you.
JohnđĽ
đĽbold of you to think youâre even leaving the house with it on.
đĽheâs not like his brothers, he wouldnât leave without saying goodbye unless Tommy was literally at the door screaming for him, and even then he was quick to reassure you before he sprinted out the house.
đĽno he liked to wake up with you, especially now there were too many kids to count running around the house.
đĽhe liked to wake you up with little kisses, grab you at the waist and pull you back into bed if you tried to leave, brush his teeth beside you in the bathroom, help get the kids ready, pick your outfit, and let you tie his tie which usually took a good half hour between all the songs heâd sneak in.
đĽgave him a sense of homeliness.
đĽa bit of normality.
đĽtoday was no different, heâd woke you up with little kisses, rolling you to sit on top of him, legs either side of his hips as he repetitively kissed you as you giggled and tried to rise for a breath.
đĽâmammy Iâm hungry!â A voice came from the doorway and you saw your agitated son pawing at his pyjamas as he looked at you desperately. âFucking kid interrupting. About to fu-â John mumbled quietly before you were placing a hand over his mouth with wide, warning eyes. He smirked at you. âAlright mate, Iâll come, leave your poor mammy aloneâ John answered, finally managing to pry your hand away. âThanks daddyâ he says, giddily, as John reluctantly placed you back in bed and rolled out, chucking a shirt on and turning back to you. âDonât moveâ he says, wagging a jokingly warning finger at you and you laugh âyes sirâ you salute and he smirk.
đĽâright câmon mate.â John says, grabbing your son and slinging him onto a piggy back to go grab him something to munch on.
đĽyou practically jumped out of bed to go grab the new sundress that you bought last week, you hadnât shown John yet and decided that today was the day you were going to wear it, especially now you had the quick couple of minutes of peace alone.
đĽâright, littleâuns eating his breakf- fuck meâ you spun around to look at your husband and smiled âwhat dây think?â You ask, âgâi us a twirlâ he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. You did as he said and pivoted around, showing how the dress spun with you.
đĽâitâs a sundressâ you say âI can see that flowerâ he replies, walking up to you to have a good feel of the fabric, gliding his hands from your upper back to your waist as he pulls you into him âyâcanât wear thaâ.â He says simply and you giggle âwhyâs tha Johnny?â You ask and he raises his brows âthat little name tells me you know goddamn why gorgeous.â He says âyâcannea wear it cause Iâm not gonna be able to keep my hands off of ya.â He says, quickly turning to slam the door shut before picking you up and dropping you on the bed, climbing on top of you and leaning in to kiss you hungrily.
đĽyou move to take the dress of and he shakes his head ânow, now whole point of this dress is that itâs easy access now, ainât it?â He hums âleave it on Iâll work around donât you worry âbout me.â He says quickly with his tongue protruding to lick his dry lips as he looks you over.
đĽhe dips his head under the hem of the dress and eats you like a man starved. âMammy! Daddy weâre âungry!â You hear from beyond the door and John stops his movement to come back up for air and clamp a hand over your mouth to stop the sounds coming out of it. John huffs, frustrated but clears his throat. âHarriet darlinâ can you reach the milk?â He asks after a minute âI can daâ.â Her little voice replies âToby can you reach the cereal?â âUh-huhâ the other retorts. âGreat and Charlie? Bowls and spoons?â âYeah I know where they are daddy!â The little one says âperfect. Harriet want you to get the milk, the big âun Iâm not having you using up the fancy shit your mam bought from Camden. Yâhere me?â He asks âyeah dadâ âToby, grab the cereal and Charlie get the bowls and lot.â He instructs âokay!â The collective voices come out. âHannah need you to make sure itâs all gone to plan, alright hon?â He asks âsure thingâ then you hear the patter of feel heading down the stairs
đĽâand I swear to god if any of you little shits make a mess yâll all be up for the fuckinâ high jump!â He announces loudly, before quieting down and turning back to you âwhere were we?â
đĽand then when youâd finally managed to pry him off of you, he begrudgingly let you wear it âdonât forget weâre going to Aliceâs garden party.â You say âwhat?â He asks, noticing how youâve dressed all the kids appropriately âyâainât going looking like that flowerâ he says âI sure am. Come in you lot! In the car!â You say, ushering him out the door
đĽhe managed to sneak you away one or two times at the party.
BonnieđĽ
đĽBonnieâs just as bad as John
đĽcannot keep his hands off of you
đĽââm takinâ yâ to Bonnie Goldâs fight.â Your brother said walking into the room âwear summot nice, that dress I bought youâ âwhy?â âJust get dressedâ you nodded at Tommy, not opposed to visiting Bonnie Gold any day.
đĽâis his sister coming?â Bonnie asked his dad hopefully and the man smirked âwhy?â âJâst wonderinâ.â âYeah well keep yâeyes on the prizeâ Aberama told him âshe is the fuckinâ prizeâ âtry keep yâhands off of âer until the fights over, yeah?â He asked and him and Bonnie just shared a knowing smirk.
đĽyou put on the sundress Tommy had bought you the other week, deciding it was a nice enough day to have a breeze against your skin, plus you had a pair of lovely shoes to match.
đĽso you rocked up downstairs, dress on and ready to go and Tommy just gave you a once over âpoor lads gonna have a fuckinâ heart attackâ John said, laughing âshut up Johnâ you reply, as he opened the door to the car for you, offering his hand to help you up. âYou look niceâ Arthur commented with a raised brow âdamn fucker better win this fightâ
đĽâBonnieâ Thomas nodded as he entered the building, followed by his brothers, you at the back with John whoâd strung an arm over your shoulder. âMr Shelbyâ he nodded at him, but was clearly distracted. âDonât you worry, Bonnie. Sheâs right âere.â Tommy says, moving out the way for John and you to come into his view. âHiya, Bon.â You smile âhiya flowerâ he manages to muster.
đĽyet, his breath had caught in his throat at the sheer sight of you. Your gorgeous face, hair done up nicely, and a fucking milkmaid dress. Some lovely sundress that other men didnât deserve to see. Bonnieâs jaw clenched.
đĽâright, weâll leave the two of you for a minute. Aberama, letâs chatâ Thomas said, leading the others away âif he tries anything come and fuckinâ find me.â John said, looking Bonnie over once with narrowed eyes before strutting off after the others.
đĽBonnie smirked looking at you âyâlook lovelyâ he said quietly, approaching you ânot too bad yâself Bonâ you giggle as his hands wrap around you, leaning down to kiss you gently. âThis fuckinâ dress. Yâdo it on purpose?â He asks and you crease your brows âdo what?â You hum and he sighs âI guess youâre not beautiful on purpose are you darlinâ?â He grins, grabbing your hand to drag you into his changing room and lock the door behind you.
đĽhe picks you up and you squeal with a laugh, wrapping your legs around his waist as he holds you against the door. He slips his hands under the hem of the skirt and holds your thighs gently.
đĽâthis fucking dressâ he says, chuffed that he managed to slip his hands all the way up to settle on your waist and you just smiled at him. You could feel him toying with the waistband of your panties and you laugh âBon weâve only got ten minutes!â You giggle and he sighs âguess weâve got to be quick then, ay sugar?â He asks, undoing his trousers and just merely pushing your panties aside.
đĽyou lean your head into the curve of his neck, muffling the sounds erupting from your mouth and muffling them with his bear skin and he slid in and out of you. âGod âm so fuckinâ obsessed with you.â He groaned âyâknow what this makes me think of?â He asks and you shake your head in question against him. âMakes me think of a mammy. What a mammy should wear when sheâs pregnant ând canât get into nothinâ else.â He mumbles. âThis whaâya were tryna do tâme?â He asks âtryna get me to make yâa mammy? Cause itâs working darlinâ. So well.â You whine at his remark.
đĽand when you both finish you try to pull up from his shoulder but he holds you firmly in place âNuh uh. You dress like a mammy yâbecome oneâ he says and you canât help but smile at his statement. Eventually, he unwraps you from his waist and lets you down onto shaky legs. A knock comes at the door âfive minutes, son. Get your hands wrappedâ you hear Aberama say to him followed by leaving footsteps. You smile up at him âcâmon Iâll wrap your handsâ
đĽyou pull him to where the wrap is, sitting him down on the bench and standing between his legs as you work on protecting his hands.
đĽHe was being extremely difficult
đĽtrying to wrap a manâs hands when all he wants to do is have them under your dress is an extremely difficult task as he kept groping at your skin rather than letting you work. âDâya want your hands wrapping or not?â You ask with a huff and he smirks âwould rather be doing somethinâ else.â He shrugs, but lets you finish. And when you do he pulls you into a tight hug, leaning against the fabric where your breasts were constricted.
đĽâBonnie, câmon lad itâs timeâ you heard your brother say from beyond the door, knocking on it thrice (sausage roll video lol)
đĽBonnie groaned from under your dress (you didnât know when heâd managed to snake his way back under there) but you grabbed his hand and yanked him from his seated position to standing; pulling him towards the door and unlocking it to take him to the ring.
đĽBonnie pulled the hand that was dragging him, sending you flying into his chest with a force that nearly winded you as he gave you one last kiss. âBonnie! Go!â You giggled, pushing him away and towards the ring, taking a stand beside your brothers as the match began.
đĽThe rounds went by painfully slow for Bonnie; regardless of the fact that he was winning - but in reality it was only a good few minutes of pure fighting.
đĽthen when the match was finished, he waltzed over to the Shelby family like he owned the place and offered a blood-filled grin as it dripped down his chin.
đĽâwell done Bonnie lad.â Tommy said, lighting a cigarette. âCheers Tommy.â He replied, adrenaline still pumping through his veins. âDidnât yâget some money fâthis match?â John asked, lighting his own. âNah heâs got his own trophy right over thereâ Tommy replied, nodding at you as they all turned to see you chatting with Bonnieâs father.
đĽâjust do us a favourâ Thomas told him and Bonnie immediately nodded âmarry her.â âDonât have to tell me twice, mr Shelby.â Bonnie told him with a chuckle, heading to grab you to resume your activities.
Isaiahâď¸
âď¸haha.
âď¸again, bold of you to assume that youâre getting fucking anywhere with that thing on.
âď¸feel like itâd be a black sundress, one with frills on the sleeves.
âď¸youâd gone for a walk with Finn, Tommy having told you both to fuck off for a while while they dealt with some deeper business; so a stroll around seemed to be the choice at hand.
âď¸eventually though, Finn had gotten distracted by a sign youâd read that said âpretty women here shilling for a good timeâ and left you to fend for yourself, opting not to follow your twin into the whore house, yet you werenât in your own company for long, feeling a cap placed on your head and an arm around your shoulders.
âď¸âHey pretty, whatâre you doing all alone?â Isaiah asked, as he feel into step with you, but came to a sudden halt almost lurching you back. âAnd who let you wear that?â His eyebrows raised as he looked you over. âWhy whatâs wrong with it?â You asked ânothinâ nothinâ. Jâst donât understand why itâs not on my bedroom floorâ you smacked his chest and giggled âIsaiah!â
âď¸âyâshouldnt have been let out wearing this, loveâ he said, backing you against the wall of one of the nearby buildings. âWell I was with Finnâ you reason âhmm? And where is Finn now?â He asks, taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb, forcing you to look at him.
âď¸âin some whore houseâ you mumble in reply. He scoffs âsome brotherâ. Then he starts again âwhy donât we turn my house into a whore house and get that dress off you and into my room?â He suggests and you roll your eyes âsuch a way with wordsâ
âď¸âyâlook fuckinâ insatiableâ he says, leaning down to kiss that sensitive spot on the crevasse of your neck. âDunno how I manage to keep my hand off you most of the time, dollâ he shrugs âand in this? Fuck yânot gonna be walking anytime soonâ
âď¸you laugh at him âyou wish peaky junior, now I was enjoying a lovely walk before you came along.â You hum, pushing him back by the chest and he scoffs âIâm a Shelby I can fend for myselfâ you shrug ânot while I make you a Jesus.â He retorts, smirking like he knew heâd won. âWhatever, Isaiahâ you say, calmly walking away
âď¸he laughs loudly, running after you âcâmon Mrs Jesus weâve business to attend to!â He announces, swiftly placing a hand onto your chest and pressing you back against the wall, lifting you up and placing hungry hands under the hem of your dress âIsaiah!â You scold, ânot here!â He rolls his eyes âfineâ
âď¸and he places and arm under your knees and one to support your head as he carries you bridal-style back to his house. You clutch at his suit jacket and squeal at his action, holding on for dear life until you got to his home.
âď¸did not wait until you got to the bedroom
âď¸defo had his way with you against the door once itâd been firmly slammed shut and locked
âď¸and on the sofa
âď¸and the kitchen table
âď¸and then bedroom
âď¸(you never took the dress off)
âď¸and eventually when youâd decided Tommy was probably done with his important business you managed to coax a begrudging Isaiah to the Garrison with you, whoâd initially planned to keep you up all night with him but instead you were heading to a pub instead of his bed; which youâd end up in later anyways
âď¸âoh sheâs alive!â Arthur said sarcastically as you join them, noticing your presence and subsequently you noticed Finnâs. âHow long did you last? Two minutes?â You asked and he scoffed âfuck offâ âand of course Iâm alive, Iâm fine. It was Finn who left me alone!â You say, blame bombing your twin who looked at you with evil eyes.
âď¸then Isaiah popped his head round âplus I wasnât alone I was with Isaiahâ you say matter-of-factly and Finn grits his jaw âwhatâve I said about staying away from my fucking sister you fucking scrubberâ Finn growls, landing a pent-up punch to Isaiahâs jaw who stumbled back slightly. âDidnât say nothinâ âbout fucking her did ya?â He retorted and then he was running for the hills with three brothers sprinting after him.
âď¸âmen.â Polly said with a roll of her eyes
Michaelđą
đąhe wouldnât be here nor there
đąloved how it looks on you
đąbut hates the fact that other men see you wearing it.
đąhe makes heart eyes when he sees you in it, believing it to be the typical dress of a wife and mother; so it pretty much feeds into his delusions.
đąthe only time it saw the light of day in public wouldâve definitely been when heâd been courting you. When heâd been invited to some garden party of a rich aristocracy down southwards.
đąwhat Tommy failed to mention was that the Capitalist had a daughter a few months younger than Michael, of whom was extremely well spoken, and ridiculously pretty.
đąheâd obviously weaselled his way over to you and the rest was history.
đąand of course, history tends to repeat itself.
đąagain, you were heading to a garden party: Shelby arranged this time around, to show your initial family that the marriage between yourself and Michael was going well and therefore Tommyâs expansion to a more wealthier estate was worth the investment.
đąâIâll meet you there darling, business to take care of.â Michael had told you that morning while adjusting his collar, allowing you to help him straighten the tie you had wrapped around his neck. âOkayâ you hummed, he always loved how youâd never pried.
đąin reality he was off to see a man about a dog, in other terms; kill a man. Kill a man whoâd been eyeing you up like a fucking slice of meat the evening prior. Eyeing you like he wanted to eat you like a man starved, as if your husband didnât have a firm arm wrapped around your waist and oversized number of carats around your finger.
đąeven had the nerve to try talk to you, had groped at your ass and Michael covered your eyes with one hand while he clocked the bloke around the jaw with the other.
đąnever wanted a woman to see him fight, especially his woman.
đąso he went about killing the man the next day; well heâs probably dead by now. He took his cap calmly to the man, beneath that bridge by the canal, castrated then blinded the man and left him struggling on the ground, having a couple of lesser known Peaky men surveying the area for the rest of the day to make sure no aid was to come to him, and when his struggling stopped they were to sort his body out.
đąyou made your way to the garden party independently, having worn a darling sundress; white and pristine and freshly pressed, accompanied by a sun hat and some subtle shoes; conservative enough for Michael not to complain that you looked like a whore, but skin-showing enough not to overheat in this sweltering weather.
đąyou were there before Michael, embraced by John and given a kiss on the temple by an already tipsy Arthur who was in that sort of mood where a gent gets rather happy when squidgy, it was a fine line with Arthur.. happy to angered
đąbut you entertained him, saying your hellos and greeting the rest of the family youâd married into, patiently waiting for Michaelâs attendance.
đąhe was there soon thereafter.
đąand he was fucking seething.
đąhe took one look at you as his mouth ran dry, grabbed your wrist and dragged you away from the garden getting countless opposing arguments from the likes of Ada and John questioning what he was doing
đąbut nothing could soften the red he saw.
đąhow dare you wear that dress?
đąpractically threw you into the car, youâd never seen him this upset, let alone have it take it out on you; his loving, doting housewife of whom he trophied for every mistake he made, initially he thought you were his punishment from god.. sent an angel for a devil to take care of. But heâd gotten the hang of switching into a loving husband the minute he returned home
đąbut tonight was different
đąâMichael, darlin-â âhow dare you?â He seethed and you silenced yourself âpardon?â âHow many fucking times have I told you youâre not wearing this fucking dress in public, hmm? And you wear it around my fucking horny cousin?â He growls and you donât know how to reply âhe looks at you like youâre a fucking piece of meet, sweets.â He tells you, finally looking at you
đąâundressing you with his eyes. Watched him myself.â âJohn has a wife-â âJohn hires prostitutes. Yâthink heâd be a better husband?â He asks, knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel harder âno-â âno. Cause Iâve never hired a fuckinâ prostitute since weâve been together, and I work hard for you, yâknow. Got no where to take my anger out cause I love you so much.â He says and despite the harshness of his words your heart swells.
đąâkilled a man for you and I show up to you actinâ like a fuckinâ whore?â Your mouth opened agape and he chuckled darkly âthink I didnât kill that bloke? Think Iâd leave him safe? Nah, not with my missus I wouldnâtâ he confirms, placing a hand on your leg as he speeds back home.
đąhe stops the car and doesnât move for a minute.
đąâlisten to me very carefully, flower. Iâm going to change my bloody shirt, and youâre gonna go upstairs, lay on the bed and wait for me. Yeah?â He asks âyeah oâcourse Michael.â You say as you get out the car
đąâand leave that fuckinâ dress on!â You hear called behind you.
Finnđď¸
đď¸Finn is just horny 25/8 icl.
đď¸doesnât know what does it for him about that dress, but it does something.
đď¸it was a hot day, and the family was in some beer garden, Arthur already off his head drunk and the brothers just enjoying one anotherâs company after successfully ridding the threat of a rival family, the head now dead and the rest cowering to surrender.
đď¸Tommy told Finn to bring his lady friend, the one who worked at the bookshop along, decided it was time to meet the family, and so he did.
đď¸waltzed into your little hole in the wall, grinning as you peered your head around to see the customer whoâd caused the doorâs bell to chime, and you broke out into a mighty smile just as he did, him opening his arms for you to rush over and into a bone crushing hug.
đď¸even shared a sweet kiss as he said a gentle âhello prettyâ
đď¸he noticed the dress you were wearing was new, initially not noticing it as he was too caught up in admiring you. âWhatâs this? Is it new?â He asked, taking your hand to spin you around. âIt isâ you grin, allowing the white flowing material to spin as he made you âitâs lovelyâ he says, noticing something about it but he didnât know quite what.
đď¸âwhy are you here?â You hum with narrowed, suspicious eyes as you leant your chin against his dress âarenât I allowed to say hello to my favourite girl?â He asks with a smirk âyes but I can tell thereâs something. A look in your eyes.â You say and he sighs, defeated âparty at the Garrisonâ he says âwhen?â You ask âright nowâ he says and you laugh âFinn I canât just shut shop at 12 oclock on Thursday!â You say, as he reaches into his pocket, throwing ten whole pounds onto the counter âFinn! Where did you get that much money?â You gasp âdonât worry bout it. Enough for you to close?â He asks and you scoff âI canât accept ten whole pounds, Finnâ you tell him âsure you can cause Iâm not having it backâ he shrugs, pulling your hand to coax you out the door âokay fine!â You surrender as you relent, allowing Finn to pull you out the door and in turn, you lock your door behind you.
đď¸then when you showed to the party, you were greeted by tipsy cheers and hellos as Finn introduced you to his family, Polly and Ada immediately dragging you away to have a separate conversation as they question you about everything to which you giddily go along with.
đď¸John came to stand with Finn, where he was stood still; drink in hand as he watched you interact with his family. âWhatâs up, Finn?â He asked, nudging him with his elbow and Finn finally broke out of his trace to smile at his brother. âNothinâ.â He shrugged. âCanât be about your missus, yâhead over heels for her.â John said, and Finn immediately raised his brows in panic âno! no! Nothinâ like tha.â Finn said, shaking his head. âThen what is it?â John asked, looking at you, trying to figure his younger sibling out.
đď¸âdunno. Itâs summot about that dressâ Finn said, eyes raking over you as he tried to figure out what it was and his brother chuckles âeasy access, mate.â John said and Finn creased his brows âyâwhat?â âSundresses mate, fuckinâ kill me. Easy access innit? Donât have to even take the dress offâ John told him matter-of-factly, necking the rest of his beer in one. Finnâs eyes darkened and John couldnât hold in his laugh at the realisation that Finn had settled that that was what it was.
đď¸John claps him on the back âif yâwanna sneak off Iâll coverâ he said, but by the end of the sentence Finn had already started after you âcheers, mate!â He said to John âsorry, stealing herâ he said to Polly and Ada against their judgement, dragging you away from the conversation and into the Peaky office inside the Garrison.
đď¸you giggle at his actions as he locked the dork âwhat yâdoin sill?â You ask âpartyâs outside!â You say, as he picks you up and holds you against the door, dropping his hands for them to head under the hem of your skirt âright, ând Iâve just figured out that this dress is driving me fuckinâ crazyâ he says âyouâre fuckinâ insatiableâ he says âdâyou even know what that means?â You ask and he shrugs âfind me a dictionary later or summot.â He says
đď¸âwhatâs up with the dressâ you ask, as he undoes his trousers âeasy access innit?â
Aberamađ
đAberama is a cultured bloke
đby that I mean heâs had many a trips around the sun, and in that time good women are few and far between in his opinion
đso regardless of you being substantially his younger, he was positive that you were the woman for him and therefore he had to have you.
đrecently youâd moved into his vardo with him, having left the urban life behind.
đheâd woken up one morning to the sun blaring at him through the unclad opening of the vardo, stretching his arms above his head in a mighty yawn, almost certain it was almost midday by this point; especially after the long trek theyâd had to get to this sight the night prior.
đhe reached his arm over, but the spot in the bed was cold and empty, a lone spot where you shouldâve been laid. He creased his brows, shooting up in bed to a sitting potion, realising that you were no longer in the vardo at all.
đhe groaned. Damn you and your early rising tendencies.
đhe rubbed his eyes and pulled on a pair of undershorts, smirking at the remembrance of the night prior once youâd arrived. He popped his head out of the doorway, looking left and right but curiously not being able to find any trace of you.
đhe climbed down the steps and placed his hands on his hips, walking around the side of the wooden structure towards the lake that trickled slowly downstream. And thatâs where he found you:
đhis gorgeous bride.
đheâd always told you that he never expected you to conform to the traditional gypsy wife role, never needed you to bear him any more children or do the cooking or cleaning. Hell, you could lay around all day doing nothing and heâd look at you with the same adoration he always does. He didnât even expect you to want to live in a vardo, yet youâd shown up with a bag and a smile when offered.
đ yet you refused, you demanded to help. Demanded to conform. You would cook the rabbit heâd kill (given youâd been a bit sick at the initial sight of it). And youâd kill his clothes, paying no mind to any blood shed on it.
đyou were knelt against the river bank, ringing some clothes out you just washed then placing them into a small wicker basket, in a dress he didnât quite recognise.
đâwhat yâdoin up, sweetheart? Thought I told yâto relax todayâ he started, beginning towards you. Your head spun and those wide, innocent doe eyes gleamed back at him âhad a big journey last night. No good fâlittle girls to be working the day afterâ he said, matter of factly with a stern look.
đâjust wanted to get these clothes washedâ you mumble, placing the final garment in the basket. âAnd whatâs this youâve got on, hmm?â He asked, as you look at your clothes âoh itâs a dressâ âMm I can see that, darlin. Just never seen it beforeâ he tells you and you stand to give him a little spin. âMy sister bought it for my birthdayâ you said and he grunts, gently grabbing your hips to pull you into him and sway you back and forth along with the breeze, dancing to natureâs music.
đâwell yâknow what these dresses are?â He hums and you shake your head, placing both hands on his chest. âThese dresses are the kind that mammys wear. The kind youâd wear when theyâre all pregnant and swelled up with little babes.â He says, accusingly. âKind that little wives wear that are asking for a hidingâ he warns
đâdidnât mean nothing by it, abe. Just thought it was niceâ you admit and he smiles âI know you did, princess. Just an innocent little flower yâare.â He shakes his head.
đâbut yâve seen the other mammys around the camp havenât you? Seen how theyâve dressed. Think you know what you were doinâ to your old manâ he teases and you shake your head âm too old to be a daâ yâknow. Way too bleeding old. Punishing me ainât ya? Just asking for a littleâunâ he tuts and you giggle as he picks you up bridal style and carries you back to the bed where heâd began
đâAberama! The clothes!-â âCan fuckinâ waitâ he grunts âgot a littleâun to put in ya firstâ he says, dropping you onto the bed and lazily flipping up your skirt to do what he did best.
đmake your skin fucking crawl.
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âI canât let you see him,â I took a step back as Polly walked closer until I was at the rock entrance. Chatter around us made our conversation barely audible. The sounds of people preparing for the race were excited, the opposite of what I was feeling right now.
âPolly,â My heart ached. I needed to see Thomas, he was the reason I couldnât breathe, the reason I was here.
âNo,â She spoke louder. âHe doesnât need to see or hear from you right now,â She looked around making sure no one was paying attention. âHe has something more important to deal with.â I knew if I told her the reason I was here and wanted to speak to him, she would eat her words up.
âI understand.â Maybe it wasnât meant to be. Why couldnât I understand that already? Thomas had left me without a word, not even a letter. It's been a month since I last heard his voice, the last time I saw him walk away in the middle of the night. With a sigh of defeat and a little bit of exhaustion I looked up at her, âGoodbye Polly,â She gave me a sympathetic smile before I turned around and walked off. She was always nice to me, but I knew better than to argue with her thinking I have a chance to win. âWe are better off,â I whisper. âI didnât need my father, and you wonât eitherâ I held my head up as my hand roamed over my growing belly. âWe will have each other.â
I canât say it was easy. I spent most nights crying in bed but when I felt the little movements in my stomach I forgot how sad I was. But of course some things arenât meant to leave your memory no matter how hard you try. Thomas Shelby will forever be part of me and part of the little person growing inside of me. I avoided his part of town, I avoided his people as well. I canât help but think if Polly told him I was at the racetrack that day, if she did then that meant he truly didnât care. That's how I spent my time until the birth, thinking of him. Maybe if I thought about him enough he would one day show up at my door. If I thought about him enough he would feel me and our child and want to come home. But the day I thought of him the most I wanted to scream his name and hold his hand. I was walking down the street at night from my job when I felt a pain in my lower stomach. I leaned against the wall for a period of time before a stranger took interest. When they saw liquid on the floor they knew I was in labor and took me straight to the hospital. I clenched my eyes and fisted my hands but kept my mouth closed. The pain was horrific but who was I supposed to call out for? I shook my head and hit my chest trying to keep me from thinking, one thing was when this baby was still safe in my womb, but soon they would be out and they would only have me. How can I do that?
âHoney, one more pushâ That's when I opened my eyes. All that pain was gone, I couldnât bring my true love into this world while in pain. They would know that pain only stills time, love is what matters and with me, they will never run out of it. I gathered my strength and with one last push my ears heard the most beautiful song. âIt's a baby girlâ My tears were no longer my own, they were for her. âCongratulationsâ I watched as the nurse wrapped her up and moved closer to place her on my chest. âSheâs beautifulâ I smile brightly, wrapping my arms to hold my baby.
âYes she is,â And she was all mine. The nurse finished cleaning me up and I thanked her before they all left the room. âYou are all mine, and you are all I will ever needâ I soothe her until her cries turn into a peaceful sigh. âUntil the end of time,â I trace her small nose and watch every detail, her lips, her eyes, the way her small brows flicker when my finger traces down her face.
âHave you decided on a name?â I look up watching a different nurse walk in, placing on her gloves. I shake my head. âWell, you still have time,â She stands beside my bed with a smile. âIt this your first?â
âYes.â I smile as I fidget with her small blanket. âI have a name in mind but I am getting a feel of her first to see if it agreesâ The nurse chuckles quietly. âDo you need her?â The nurse nods.
âI promise I will bring her right back. We will periodically take her some test and this one will only be a couple of minutesâ My bones start to aches as I reach under my baby and lift her up for the nurse to grab, â5 minutesâ She whispered kindly, âIf I am not back by then you can hold me accountableâ I laugh at her humorous tone. I nod watching as she carries my baby away.
â1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8-â I closed my eyes and leaned back finally feeling the exhaustion of just giving birth. I continue to count on my head and even if I count faster, it doesnât mean time will hurry just for me.
âY/N?!â My eyes tear open hearing the worry in a man's voice. The figure was too fast as it rushed into the room and grabbed my face.âWhat happened? Did someone-â I rip his hands from my face and sit up with enough strength to look at him.
âWhat the hell are you doing Thomas?â It wasnât anger that was spitting with the words, but they were somewhere along the lines of disappointment.Â
âTommy,â My head moved to look behind him and rushing behind Thomas was Polly and Arthur. âOh god,â Pollyâs face hit with realization. She looks around the room and steps back covering her mouth in shock.
âAre you okay?â I turn my head when I hear Thomas move closer.
âYes, I'm okay. You should go Thomasâ I crossed my arms as my eyes flicker to the clock, I had 2 minutes. âYou shouldnât be hereâ
âWhy?â He said coldly. âWhen I heard you were in the hospital I came as soon as I could,â My eyes moved up to meet him. âI had to see you and know you were okayâ I scoff, shaking my head.
âNow that you saw me you can leave.â I look back at Polly and Arthur who stand by the door. âGet him away from meâ My eyes almost pleading towards them.
âTommy it time to goâ Arthur walks around Polly and places his hand on Thomasâs shoulder for it to be nudged away harshly.
âNo.â He spoke with a stern voice to Arthur before turning over to me. âI canât do it any longer,â My body flinches hearing his sudden change. I watch as his figure moves lower until he is kneeling in front of me. âI am not leaving you again.â It was a sting to my heart hearing words I longed for months ago. âI was stupid to leave, stupid to listen to the advice of the heart when I should have fought to keep you by my side.â
âWhat are you talking about Thomas?â I unconsciously moved a bit forward. His eyes flicker to Polly and Arthur who understood and began walking out of the room. When his bright blue eyes looked back at me it was like I was given my ability to breathe again. The blue eyes I yearn for so long to look at me again were, and they were just as beautiful as I remembered.
âChangretta.â Luca, a man in charge of another crime family. Thomas told me about him, how he came into town seeking revenge for his father and brothers death. âHe got close to killing Arthur,â I could see in his eyes how it pained him, he must have gotten close. âBut John didnât have such luck, but the final straw was when I was going home to you,â His hands unraveled my arms and held my hands close to his. âHe sent out a hit on me a few blocks from you.â Suddenly I forgot how to breathe again. âI knew I had to get rid of him before he tried to do anything else.â My hands move up to touch his cheek. âI couldnât let him harm anyone else.â
âJohn is gone?â It wasnât a question, it was a realization. I haven't known John well but he was a nice boy, what hurt me the most was that he left kids behind.
âHow could I protect the woman I love if I couldnât protect my own brother? Someone I vowed since the day he was born to protect?â I couldnât help but wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. âPolly told me it was for the best to keep my distance,â He spoke quietly into my hair. âBut when I heard you were in the hospital I just had to make sure you were okay.â His hands gripped onto skin, not harshly. His breath steady and his heart beating along mine.
âI know I said 5 minutes but-â Tomas and I pulled apart hearing the nurse's voice walk into the room. âShe was a crier.â She stops at the door looking questionably at Thomas and I. She clears her throat and walks closer handing the baby to me. âI will be back for her an hourâ
âThank you,â I give the nurse a smile and she nods before turning around and closing the door behind her. I looked up to Thomas who was shocked at the sight.
âYou had a child?â I didnât know where it came from but I smiled, I smiled at how shocked and confused he looked but what shocked me was that he didnât back away. Instead he leaned closer and started admiring her. âIs she?â I look up seeing his eyes holding on to some hope. âIt doesnât matter if she is,â He spoke before I could even nod my head. âI love you and if you will still have me she will be mine too.â I know I promised my tears would be hers now but as tears escape my eyes I know that that would never be possible.
âSheâs oursâ I smile and watch as his smile grows bigger and bigger with realization. âI wanted to tell you-â I see him shaking his head. His hands grab my face and pull me closer into a kiss. I closed my eyes and held on tighter to my baby. He still felt the same, sweet and gentle. As he pulled away we both had a smile on our faces.
âThe past is the past,â He sighs, looking down at our baby again. âI have more making up for than you need to explain why you did what you did.â I laugh, shaking my head.
âSounds like we are almost even,â I tease. He shakes his head.
âNot even close, What you did was for her and what I did was selfish, I could have-â He stops talking when I move away and gently pushes our baby towards him.
âYou did for your family,â His hands grab her with such carefulness, and pulls her close. âAnd without knowing, for our familyâ I know he mind moves hundreds of miles per hour thinking of total nonsense and he would never let it go but I couldnât help but try to ease it, at least a little. She starts cooing as I lean against Thomasâs side who sits down beside me. âCan you help me out with the name?â His eyes flicker back and forth before settling on me.
âI like the name you choose,â My brow lifts in surprise. â I saw how your eyes sparkledâ I laughed looking back down.
âOkay.â How could I feel more happiness right now?. âMaeve Jane Shelbyâ Now it was his turn to be surprised. âMeans, God is graciousâ
âJane, like John.â He smiles, placing a single kiss on my forehead. âIt's perfect, she is perfectâ
âShe is all oursâ He laughs looking over to us.
âAnd you two are mineâ I roll my eyes before moving closer to him again.
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Requested by Anon: hey dunno you take requests but since your writing is so hot , I'm willing to ask if you consider writing about roleplaying with Cillian and his wife or gf to break the dull routine they were stuck into , the way he suggested that to her being embarrassed and the sweet moments they ditch the characters in bed. He could bring his characters *cough cough * Tommy shelby. Thank you x
Synopsis: In which your boyfriend, Cillian, finds out youâve been reading erotic fiction about his character in the Peaky Blinders, Tommy Shelby. Cillian shows you how much of a great actor he is.
Warnings: Age gap, the reader is in her 20s and Cillian is in his 40s. Roleplaying, extremely rough sex, dumbification, degradation, face slapping, spitting, pussy spanking, oral sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, and a little cnc. THIS IS KIND OF DARK SO BE WARNED. Everything is consented itâs just that... Cillianâs gonna be rough, like ROUGH
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Cillian had been busy. He had an upcoming new season this year and his schedule was packed. You havenât spent time with him in quite some time now. He constantly apologized for not giving you enough attention and promised to make it up to you.
He decided to fulfill this promise.
Since he was the main character in his series âPeaky Blindersâ, he did have massive privilege in the production. He had never done it before since he had been such a dedicated person to work with, however, he felt like he should sacrifice his work just for you. He wanted to spend the time with you, maybe have some dinner together at a nice restaurant. Just the usual things the both of you would do. Every time he had some free time he would do some nice things for you, treat you like a princess.
He came home from work that day, he got permission to take the week off and he even got back early from set. He wanted to surprise you, he had a flower in his hands a box of your favorite soft cookies. It was all so perfect.
When he came home, he saw that the first floor was empty and there were no signs of you anywhere. He went upstairs since he reckoned you were in the bedroom, probably taking a nap or reading a book.
Cillian was so happy. He was a man who barely showed any emotions in public but with you, it was different. He had a wide smile on his face, ready to surprise you but when he opened the door, he didnât see you on the bed.
Instead, he heard the shower running and so he hummed to himself, setting the gifts down as he sat on the bed to wait for you.
As he patiently waited, he noticed your phone was still on. You were the type of person to let the screen go on forever instead of turning it off every 3 minutes like him. He glanced absentmindedly as he saw you were reading some sort of story on your phone. His actions were harmless, he just wanted to see what you were reading.
His eyes skimmed through the words as his blood runs cold.
âTommy had me bent over his desk, ass red and swollen from all the beatings. My pussy was leaking down onto the expensive wood, desperate for his cock to ram inside me.
âPlease, Mr. Shelby, I need your cock!â I plead like a good whore as he growled.
âYou are nothing but a filthy cocksleeveâ
Tommy? Shelby? His Tommy Shelby? The character that he played?
It seemed like all of the blood started circulating to his face as he flushed at the filthy thing he had just read. Y/N? His sweet Y/N was reading something like that?
Cillian couldnât believe it because someone as young and pure as he would never be this dirty. Because of their age gap, he saw her as someone that he needed to protect, shield from the rest of the goddamned world. His fragile little princess that he wouldnât dare to inflict even a slight force in fear that she might break and shatter into pieces.
The sound of the shower became silent and it interrupted his thoughts, he quickly placed her phone where it belonged as he stood up and smoothened the spot on the bed where he sat to make it seem like he just came in.
When you had walked out, it took you a moment to notice Cillian standing there with your gifts but when you did, you gave him a small scream as you ran towards him, your figure wearing nothing but a small towel.
âCillian?! Youâre back? You brought me gifts!â You exclaimed as her wet body embraced him in a hug. Cillian was somewhat still blank from what he was reading earlier.
âIf she had liked that kinda stuff so much he could push her on the bed and beat her ass right nowâ
His eyes widened at his own thoughts as he tried to push them away, âYes princess, I thought maybe I havenât been paying attention to you now have I? Iâm all yours for the week, babyâ
You pouted as you nodded at him, and then he realized how submissive-looking you were. You had always had a demeanor of what he would expect someone much younger than him to have, however, Cillian was starting to look at it in a new light.
It doesn't help the fact that he still has his Thomas Shelby haircut for the filming.
It also doesnât help she was almost naked in front of him, he hadnât fucked her in weeks. Itâs almost fitting.
Maybe doing something about it wouldnât hurt now would it?
Oh... But itâs definitely gonna hurt you...
Cillian watched closely as the girl before him admired his gifts for her in awe. His eyes became more and more lusted as he figured out a way to approach you.
âLove, can I ask you a question?â
You hummed at him innocently as she raised her brows at him, âAnything, Cill...â
âWhat have you been reading on your phone, hmm?â Her eyes widened slightly as her heart started to pound in her chest. Cillian was looking at her so intensely that it was slightly scary. She didnât know if she should lie, or if she should tell him the truth. However, since he had asked... It was obvious he knew the truth.
âCillian I can explainâ You sputtered, panicking on the inside as Cillian started closing whatever gap that both of you had, he was looking down on you in a way he had never done before. You felt the chill run down your spine as you felt the back of your knees hitting the bed.
âExplainâ He commanded.
âItâs just... You know I love you and you know I should be honest to you no matter what. But... I just... We havenât been together in a long time lately and even when we do... Itâs always the same...â You felt guilty saying this to him, itâs not like he was bad at sex. He was great. However, you were getting bored with the same soft and loving sex you two always had. âI just... I hope you can be a little rougher, thatâs all. Youâve always been... So softâ
âSoft... Hm?â He tilted his head to the side as he stared at you almost mockingly, âBe careful of what you wish for, loveâ
You had felt your heart stop when Cillianâs smooth Irish accent suddenly turned into the dark Brummie accent you had always heard about on the TV. The one you had always touched yourself to when he wasnât around.
Then out of nowhere, Cillian had roughly pushed you on the bed as you fell down and whimpered softly. He pulled off the towel on your body as you were left naked, âC-Cillian!â
âWho the fuck is Cillian, eh? Have you been fucking whoring yourself out to another man?â Cillian cursed at you as he quickly took his clothes off, âYouâre my whore. Youâre mine to fuck, you got it?â
Then you can physically feel your gears shifting in your brain, âT-Tommy?â
Your body shivered as you felt yourself getting wet, you were all naked and you were ready for him. You felt your legs spread instinctively as you heard him laugh, âYou really are such a desperate fucking cunt, eh?â
âTommyâ had bent down as he gripped your face by the cheeks and roughly shook your head, âWho do you belong to? Who do you fucking belong to?â
âY-You Cill-Tommy! I belong to you!â Tommy smirked, as his hands traveled down to your navel, teasing you as he drew figures on the skin, making you whine, âOpen your fucking mouth you dirty whoreâ
You wasted no time opening your mouth for him, wide with your tongue out. Suddenly, he did the unexpected when he spat in your mouth, âFucking swallow it, princessâ
You swallowed his spit like a good girl as you held out your tongue to show to him, suddenly seeking his praise and validation however it never came. Tommy just hummed as he let go of your face harshly, almost slamming your head onto the plush bedding.
Characters aside, Cillian was never like this. Throughout the year of your relationship, he had always been gentle and kind, treating you like a soft feather and taking care of you. Maybe because it was because he was much older he had felt like he needed to treat you gently. You never realized Cillian had this side to him. He had always had this side, you just never awaken it.
âSpread your legs widerâ He commanded, his voice dark as his character, you listened to him, eager to show him you were his good girl as he hummed looking down at the glistening flesh in between your legs. You were so wet it had dripped down and leaked onto the bedsheet. Without a warning, Tommy gives a hard slap to your cunt and you screamed out. You thought he was doing it once but it seems like it came over and over again, beating your swollen pussy and clit until it was throbbing and red. You cried out of pleasure and pain, as you begged him. You didnât know what you were begging for but it was sure not for him to stop.
âYou fucking like this donât you? Fucking hell, look at you. Youâre fucking wet, you like getting fucking beaten and bruised huh? What a fucking whore. You are nothing. You are only good for fucking, you are only here to fuck. Remember that, you fucking cuntâ
Tears were flowing down and you were desperate you were so desperate for his cock. After each word, Tommy spat on your body, leaving you all wet and filthy combined with your own sweat and arousal.
âP-Please! P-Please, fuck me, Tommy! Please I need your cock. Please I want your cum. I need it inside me!â You pleaded like a whore as he slapped your face. You moaned out as his hand traveled down your neck and choked it just enough to make you feel the air around you restricting. âTommy, I canât, I need your cockâ
He scoffed, pulling down his pants as whipped out his cock. It was so hard to the point where it became purplish-red, the veins covering the base as the head leaked with pre-cum.
âYou want my cock?â He lined up his tip on your vagina, âYou fucking get it you cocksleeveâ
Without giving you a warning and time to adjust, Tommy slammed his cock inside your cunt and he wasted no time ramming into you roughly. Not like you needed time to adjust since you were sopping wet. All you can do is choke out his name and moans as he grunts with each slam.
His pace was rough and deep and for someone like hin with his age, he had the stamina to go on and on fucking you so rough till you can feel him ramming in your stomach.
No words could even cum out of your mouth as your eyes rolled back as he fucks you braindead.
Spit drooling at the side of your mouth as you babble like a cock hungry whore underneath him.
âIâm gonna fucking cum and youâre gonna take it. Youâre gonna fucking carry my babies, and even then it is not gonna stop me from fucking you stupidâ
You could feel him twitching as his thrusts were getting sloppier and sloppier, you could also feel your orgasm coiling in your tummy as you cried out once you let it all go, the liquid splashing all over the both of you as you squirt on his dick.
You were heavily overstimulated and you screamed as Tommy fucked the cum out of him.
The warm seed spilled inside your walls as he grunted in pleasure, leaning down as he bit your neck and drew blood to the surface.
Tommy looked at you all fucked out, eyes still rolling at the back of your head as you continue to babble nonsense to nothing.
He breathes heavily as he lays down beside you, carefully moving your body to cuddle up to him.
âLike I said, my love... Be careful of what you wished forâ
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Pairing | Tommy Shelby x step daughter!reader
Summary | Your (step)dad uses you as stress relief.
Warnings | Smut, technically incest ig, praise, innocence kink, corruption, creampie, too many pet names, daddy kink kinda.
Words | 1.1 k
Notes | Idk if corruption + age difference are the right descriptions but Iâm so fucking exhausted that I literally canât figure out anything better lol. Feel free to lmk if yâall think something else would fit more than this.
Ao3 link | <3
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Kinktober | day 14: corruption + age difference
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You whined at the feeling of his fingers curling almost violently against your walls, trying to get you warmed up as quickly as possible. Tommy had stormed into your room, startling you awake. He barely said a word as he ripped the covers away and pulled your panties off your body. He didnât even bother removing your nightie before climbing over you and shoving two fingers inside. Your legs wrapped around his hips and he suddenly leaned down to kiss you, knowing that it always makes you needier. The kiss was messy and sloppy and desperate as he pressed the heel of his hand against your clit and forced a third finger inside you.Â
He was starting to focus on spreading his fingers, working you open for his cock rather than actually trying to pleasure you. After only a few minutes, he removed them and opened his pants, not even bothering to undress. You hugged your teddy bear for comfort and whined at the uncomfortable pressure when he pushed his cock against your entrance, struggling to fit.Â
âCome on, little one⌠Let me in.â He whispered, voice low and raspy. He kept pushing until he finally breached your opening, forcing a startled sound of pain from you. âGood girl.â He groaned, not stopping until he was buried completely inside you, forcing your walls to stretch almost painfully wide to accommodate his girth. Without even giving you a moment to adjust, he slowly drew his hips back, then pushed forward again at the same speed, making you whimper.Â
âDaddy,â You whined, staring up at him with teary eyes. Your walls were desperately fluttering around his cock, trying to expel the intrusion. Â
âYou can take it.â He said softly, already starting to speed up. You whimpered and hugged your teddy bear to your chest even tighter. âYou can fucking take it.â He gruffed. You could tell that he was only getting more worked up. After barely a few minutes, his pace got even faster until he was quickly bucking into you, ignoring your soft cries and whimpers. Â
However, the pain was starting to go away as the pleasure of him fucking you took over. It was still too much, too soon though. But Tommy didnât seem to care about how you were feeling at all. The fact that you were starting to feel better didnât change anything in the way he rutted into you desperately, grunting and panting as he focused on his own pleasure.Â
âYouâre just the perfect little girl for daddy, arenât you?â He cooed, almost mockingly. âSo tight, making the sweetest little sounds, letting me use you however I want⌠Such a good girl.â You whined and blushed at the praise, hiding the bottom half of your face behind the teddy bear.Â
Suddenly leaning up, he grabbed the tops of your thighs, then started snapping his hips into you at breakneck speed. You cried out and squeezed the stuffed animal even tighter, trying to cope with the overwhelming feeling.Â
When he just kept pounding you at a brutish pace, you finally whimpered out, âDaddy, please slow down.âÂ
In response, he adjusted his grip on your thighs and shushed you before fucking you even harder. âYouâre my good girl. You can take it.â He gruffed, pounding your already sore pussy without paying any mind to your reactions. âYou just lay there and hug your teddy bear, love. I need this.â His breathing was growing heavier from the exertion.Â
âIt hurts.â You whined.Â
âJust a little longer, baby. Iâm almost done.â His cheeks were a little flushed as he panted, only focusing on rapidly bucking his hips to bring himself closer to his release. Each time the blunt head of his cock kissed your cervix, you whimpered in discomfort and your face scrunched up a little more from the slight pain.Â
âSuch a good girlâŚâ He cooed, dragging his gaze over your face, admiring your flushed cheeks and teary eyes, before drifting down to your body. âLet daddy see your tits, little one.â
You whined and looked away as your blush darkened, but reluctantly reached for your nightie to pull it up the rest of the way, making him groan at the sight. Your nipples were already pebbling from the cool air and your breasts were moving embarrassingly with each thrust.Â
âYou are so beautiful, angel.â He said breathily and your blush got even darker. âSuch pretty little tits, and such a perfect little cunt⌠made just for daddy.â You mewled at his words and he let out a breathy laugh.Â
âPlease..â You whined.Â
âAlmost there, baby.â He panted quietly, his thrusts becoming even more desperate and frantic. The sight of you just laying under him and taking it was exactly what he needed right now to take his mind off of everything. It reminded him that no matter how stressful things got, he had you to make him feel better. âReady for my come, sweetheart?â He cooed, voice thick with arousal.Â
You nodded with a blush, hugging your teddy bear again, but making sure he could still see your breasts like he wanted. Your soft little whimpers and moans had his balls drawing up tight, preparing for his release. But you quietly whining, âPlease, daddy,â was what sent him over the edge.
He slammed into you with a grunt of satisfaction, the force of his hips jerking you up the bed a little bit. You whimpered and buried the bottom half of your face in the stuffed animal, feeling the discomfort and slight pain, but not wanting to interrupt him. He rode out his orgasm, depositing every last drop of his seed deep in your greedy cunt. Even after the pleasure faded, he didnât move for a while as he caught his breath.Â
âGood girl.â He whispered, leaning down over you, making you whimper when his cock shifted inside your sore pussy. He gently grabbed the teddy bear and pulled it away, setting it on the bed beside you, then he captured your lips in a soft kiss, grunting when your walls fluttered around his sensitive cock. You whined when he pulled back, and again when he pulled his cock out, but he ignored it.Â
Tommy cupped your cheek and just stared at you for a moment, dragging his gaze over your flushed cheeks and youthful features. âMy good girlâŚâ He murmured, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. âThank you, little one. Daddy really needed this.â He smiled a little, watching your blush darken. You nodded shyly in response and he finally leaned back up.Â
He tucked his cock back in his pants, then pulled your nightie down again and handed you the teddy bear. After pulling up the covers, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, making your whole face turn a little pink.Â
âGo back to sleep, love. Iâll check on you in a few hours, alright?â You nodded obediently and he couldnât help but plant one last kiss on your lips before going back to his study.Â
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Of Bending and Breaking || Tommy Shelby x Reader



Summary: Always being the one who cares for others comes with a price: you break down, but the most unexpected person is here for you: Tommy, the man you were forced to marry.
Words: 2,3k
TW: Hurt/Comfort, very tiny mention of past sexual assault, no proofreading 'cause it comes from clearing my drafts.
Notes: Aunt Isabella's is a tribute to my own aunt Isabelle who, unfortunately, died because of cancer a few years ago.
It all started with Polly shaking Tommy like a tree, her thin hands firmly grabbing his nephewâs broad shoulders: âYou canât keep sabotaging yourself like this, Tom.â These were the words that left her quivering lips as she dragged his staggering frame to the bathroom and pushed his face into the bathtub right under the tap. When the freezing water splashed all over his neck, Tommy opened his blank eyes wide and inhaled sharply, as if he had suddenly come back to life. Since Graceâs awful death, the gangster was the shadow of his former self. When he wasnât waging a senseless war with Father Hughes and the Italian, or when he wasnât keeping his buzzing mind busy with work, Tommy usually numbed himself with a deadly combination of whisky and opium until his deep-seated pain became bearable. It was the night he almost overdosed that Polly decided to take charge of his nephew and found him a new wife, in the hope of soothing his nephewâs mind and finding a mother figure for poor little Charlie. The idea had obviously sent Tommy in a fit of anger but Polly Gray couldnât care less.
Regarding your own situation, it was not the opium nor the loss of a dear lover that had led you to Birminghamâs most dangerous man but rather the bump in your belly. Aunt Isabella had understood what you were suffering from the moment you had stormed out of the vardo to throw up your breakfast in the nearest bush. The tall and lean woman, whose light brown and curly mane danced in the cold autumn wind, had looked at you right in the eyes and raised one of her thin eyebrows. If there was something pleasant with her, it was that words werenât necessary.
Yet, later she encountered Polly, with whom she had been a great friend since childhood, and explained that a powerful American man had forced his seeds in you during his stay in England. Not willing to go through the traumatic experience of aborting, Isabella only saw one solution to your problem: you needed a husband who could protect you and your future baby from the evil man with his scarred lip. A wedding would be your salvation. At the realization of what Aunt Isabella had planned for you, you tried to run away from the camp in the middle of the night but she knew you too well and soon caught you, her sly hand firmly grabbing your wrist: âY/N! Itâs for your sake! Heâs rich, he needs a wife and he is feared! Youâll be safe with him, donât you understand?â She explained, cupping your face with her long fingers adorned with claws painted in red and far too many rings. âI donât need a man to protect me! I donât need anyone. Heâs older and heâs a criminal! Whoâs going to protect me from him eh? Have you think âbout that?â You cried, the soft light of the sunrise turning your tears into liquid gold.
But still, you wedded him and what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life turned out to be a dull event during which you dissociated the whole time. The only memories you had in mind were two piercing and frightening turquoise eyes staring right at your soul and soft whiskey-tasting lips stealing a quick peck from your cherry lips. A kiss devoid of any form of affection. And then, the groom left.
From what Aunt Isabella told you, your husband had spent most of the celebrations with his brothers, drinking and taking bets outside of Arrow House. Months had passed and still, you felt estranged to this place and its staff. The only moments your heart lightened were when Aunt Isabella visited you, or when Charlie spent time with you, otherwise you remained emotionally closed, trapped in your own mind. Overall you could not complain: You had a house far too big for you with plenty of workers willing to exhaust every one of your wishes. Charlie was a sweet boy, who loved you with all his heart even if you were well aware that youâll never replace his mother. As for the Shelby clan, they were cordial with you without being really friendly either. And there was TommyâŚ
Cold and distant Tommy, who you only saw late at night when he discretely slipped under the bedsheet and turned his back to you without uttering a single word. Busy Tommy, whose replies remained concise and spoken with a quiet husky voice each time you asked him something â at least he talked to you a little bit. Trapped in a loveless marriage, that was what you were: Tommy was more a stranger, a mere gust of wind in your life, than the love of your life.
Still, the gangster stayed true to his words and he provided for everything, never refusing to give you money when you asked, and protecting you from the man who had taken your innocence. He even gifted you a wonderful stallion because he knew how much you missed riding. In exchange for his protection and riches, all you had to do was take care of Charlie and do your best to be there for your husband when his darkness threatened to swallow him whole.
You found out about the nightmares shortly after your wedding and quickly decided to do something about it. When he woke up screaming and drenched in sweat after tasting the tunnelsâ dirt and Graceâs crimson blood in his troubled sleep, you always cradle him, your fingers losing themselves in his wet dark hair to pet his head gently. At first, you feared his reaction, expecting the infamous Tommy Shelby to push you and not-so-kindly ask you to keep your distance but, to your greatest surprise, he never did. Instead, he would bury his face in your cleavage, panting and trembling, and let you reassure him. Just like he let you bring dinner to him each time he drowned himself in paperwork and forgot to eat. He never commented on your cooking skills though, even if he always handed back empty plates.
The blood on his skin? You cleaned it.
The wounds of his flesh? You never failed to patched them up.
The hole in his heart? You tried to seal it off with caresses, soft kisses, and shoulder massages. Maybe one day he would slowly turn his iciness into affection. Little did you know that he needed it. And by it he needed you. Just like the whole family. How many times did you walk the streets of Birmingham at night, seeking for Arthur and then bringing him home to take care of a wasted and high him? Far too many to keep track. Similarly, you had spent countless evenings helping Ada when she felt overwhelmed, either nursing Karl or cleaning her house when, just like her brother, she overworked herself. And finally, Polly could never thank you enough for everything you did to soothe her mind after the gallows, still haunted by the bite of the hanging rope on her throat.
âThanks Poppy.â Arthur muttered, the gravel in his voice coated with shame now that you were down clearing and disinfecting his split knuckles. The oldest brother had started to affectionately call you so for the sole reason that, according to him, you must probably grow better when blood was considering how much you had seen when patching the Shelby siblings. âSorry for errr⌠For the mess.â He went on, his steel blue eyes fleeing yours.
âThatâs okay.â You replied in Romani, âYou, sweet idiot.â Endeared by how surprisingly soft Arthurâs harsh complexions could turn, you couldnât help but gently put your hand on one of his cheeks. And during this tender display of affection, Arthur was convinced he had caught sight of a smile â a scarce event barely happening on your beautiful but resigned face. Comforted by the warmth of your palm, he leaned into your touch and looked at you through dark lashes, his lids half-closed.
âTommyâs one lucky bastard to have ya for himself, eh."
"Let's both flee together then." You teased, the familiar tone of Romani language rendered even more melodious by your siren-like voice.
"Don't tempt me, little one." Arthur replied, softer than intended and probably only half-joking.
The oldest Shelby brother had barely closed the door when your smile disappeared and tears flooded your eyes. Admittedly, spending months of repressing your own anguish didnât do any good to you despite thinking that focusing on others would have helped. Quite the contrary, all those negative emotions you had left on the back burner turned into a silent and deadly parasite that was eating you up. Dragging your tired frame to the cold and empty marital bedroom, you curled up in a ball in a corner of the room, your bruised knees pressed against your chest, âPositive. You gotta stay positive and push forwards yâsee Y/N? Do the right things for the familyâŚâ You whispered to yourself as your breath started to quicken for the ball of sorrow in your throat was growing more and more. Yes, you had to smile and say that all was just fine because you knew you were lucky to be here and that you hadnât any real reason to complain now according to the rest of the world. And yet, the truth was you were tired. So tired and overwhelmed by everything around you. With your wild soul trapped here in the mighty walls of Arrow House, you could not help but drown in an excruciating feeling of worthlessness.
You were lost in a world too difficult for you to understand. Lost and unprepared for a life that asked for too much. When you were living in the vardo with Aunt Isabella life seemed so much easier despite the lack of money and, sometimes, food. Prior to your wedding, she used to tell you that everything would become clear once youâd be a wife and a mother. Youâd be an adult adult, you see? But she lied. They all lied. Even with a husband and kids, you still felt like a scared and confused child, who wanted to hide under the blanket of her warm bed and never face the world ever again. These concerns of yours? You never shared because you wanted the Shelby to keep seeing you as a reassuring presenceâ moreover, God knew how much their broken hearts needed your silent care.
Bringing your trembling fingers to your mouth, you muffled a first sob, convinced it would be enough to keep you from crying. What you didnât expect was to burst into tears, uncontrollably weeping. After all this time forcing yourself to be strong, your mind had enough. As your heart-wrenching cries echoed in the room they muffled Tommyâs footsteps that were coming closer and closer. When the door flung open, you did not even move, lost in a spiral of pain and psychological exhaustion.
âY/N?!â Tommy called you, his usual coldness swept away by a surge of panic. He closed the distance between you and him with hastened steps, and put one of his knees on the floor to be at your level, âWhatâs wrong, ay?â His husky voice asked, worries thickening his Brummie accent even more. You hiccuped and raised your flooded eyes towards him, parting your lips to answer. Yet, as soon as your gaze met his turquoise iris you started weeping again, louder this time. Words were at a loss by dint of never having the chance to express what you felt throughout your life. âBloody Hell, Y/N! Speak!â Tommy hissed, his heart now drumming in his chest at the sight of his young and always-so-strong wife crumbling in bits in front of him. Never in his life, he had felt so powerless, not even in the tunnels⌠And, God, he hated it.
âN-nothing. I donât⌠I donât even know itâs just thatâ Iâm so fucking tired, and lost, and confused, and afraid!â You spoke with a very fast pace, spitting years and years of repressed emotions flowing from you all the while feeling deeply ashamed of your mental breakdown. When you were done venting, you simply turned your head and waved off the topic, tears still rolling down your reddened cheeks âAnyway! Youâve got â more important things to do.â
âStop it, Y/N,â He scolded, low voice rumbling in his chest. His strong and calloused hands, damaged by the war and hard work, cupped your face with a softness you didnât know he possessed. For the first time in your life, his grip felt utterly reassuring as if you knew these scarred palms were not going to let you fall apart. Never. âYouâre whatâs important right now.â With that being said, Tommy leaned his forehead against yours and his enchanting eyes soon met yours to force you to focus on nothing else but the vast blue oceans which composed them. âI want you to calm down.â
âI canât, I canâtââ You tried to speak but you couldnât, struggling to breathe under the crushing weight of your panic attack. Your mouth gaped, looking for the oxygen it couldnât find.
âOi!â Tommy said louder. So loud that his voice managed to overcome the cacophony of your beating heart and the buzzing sound of your anxiety that filled your head, âI want you to breathe with me, Y/N. Alright? You can do that for me, ay?â He asked, his eyebrows slightly frowned and charming crowfeet appearing at the corner of his eyes â how odd it was to see Tommyâs face veiled with something else than unsettling placidity. Caught off guard by the sudden realization of how close he was, you quieted down a little bit and soon followed the pattern of his breathing.
One long inhale through the nose, one longer exhale through the mouth, and a short pose.
Do it again.
Your shaky hands slowly grabbed his wrists in a desperate attempt to anchor you to reality. This, as well as the focus you had on his mesmerizing complexions.
His long dark lashes â you inhaled slowly.
His cat-like turquoise iris â you exhaled.
His salient cheekbones â You stopped breathing for a very short while.
The myriad of freckles â âBreathe with me, Y/N.â
The soft, hoarse lilt guided you through the dark and thick fog of your own brain, just like a lighthouse. Coming back to clearer waters, your body finally relaxed and fell almost limp in his arms. And once again he caught you, keeping you all safe against his chest. Tommyâs voice, low and steady, resonated one last time in the bedroom with a reassuring warmth as he uttered the simple yet powerful phrase, "I'm here." Each word carefully enunciated, carrying a quiet strength that soothed and reassured, like a comforting anchor in a stormy sea.
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Siblings (Part One)
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Half!Sister
Warning: Incest
It was around 10'clock at night when you heard a quiet knock on the door. You couldn't help but feel a little surprisedâand a bit nervous. You had never had a visitor this late before as usually your siblings were out, getting themselves into trouble, and your Aunt Polly, who had taken it upon herself to look after everyone, was in bed.
Your sister Ada, with whom you shared a room, had sneaked out earlier to see her boyfriend Freddy, so it was just you that night, alone in your small room, lying on your single bed, wearing a nightgown and reading a book.Â
"Who is it?" you called out, your heart skipping a beat.
"It's Thomas," came the reply. His voice was quiet and calm.Â
You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should let him in that late at night. He had just come back from the war a few weeks ago and his demure had changed towards you. It was almost like he had become obsessed with you, wanting to keep you company more often than you were used to.Â
Thomas was gone for five years and came back more handsome than ever. He had a rugged jawline, and deep-set blue eyes. He wasn't tall, but well-built with a perfect gentleman's body.
The war had hardened him, made him stronger, but also wiser. He had seen the worst of humanity, and you could tell that it had affected him deeply. It was understandable; he had been through hell and back.
"May I come in?" Thomas eventually asked, his voice still composed.
Without saying a word, you stood up and covered yourself with a robe , before opening the door slowly.
The light from the hallway spilled into the room, illuminating Thomas's figure. He looked a bit tired, but his eyes were still bright and clear.
"Of course," you said finally, as you walked back to your bed and folded your book closed.Â
"I have heard that there was trouble today, at the docks," Thomas said as he sat down on the edge of your bed. He looked tired, but fatigue failed to sap the confidence and dominance from his demeanor.
You sighed and nodded. "Ada told me not to go there, but curiosity got the better of me Tommy," you admitted whereas, the truth was, that just recently you began to involve yourself with Isiah, another Peaky Blinder and your new-found love had gotten you into trouble.Â
"Curiosity, eh?" Thomas chuckled, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Isiah wouldn't have anything to do with this curiosity now, would he?" he then asked, his eyes locked on yours.
You looked away, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks. "He never meant for me to get involved, Tommy. It just kind of happened," you replied quietly, seeing how Isiah took risks and those risks involved you.Â
"Listen Y/N, you are a fucking Shelby," Thomas said, his voice stern but not unkind. "And you need to be careful about who you associate with."
"But Isiah is your friend, is he not?" you asked, slightly confused with Thomas's sudden change of tone.
"Isiah works for me Love. That doesn't make him a friend," Tommy replied curtly, his gaze still fixed on you. "Despite, even if he was my friend, I wouldn't allow him to be involved with my fucking sister,"Â Tommy added, the veneer of calmness cracking a bit.
You sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a knot forming in your stomach. The way things were going, it seemed as though you had made a mistake. With the tension in the room growing thicker by the second, you felt compelled to speak.
"Honestly, I don't even know why I got myself mixed up with him, Tommy," you admitted, shame coloring your voice. "I suppose I was bored," you added as an afterthought.
Thomas looked at you, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed your face. "You're better than that, Love," he finally said, his voice steady and firm. "And if boredom is what bothers you, then I am sure we can make arrangements for you to work at the betting house," he then told you a lot more gently than before, placing some stray hair behind your ear.Â
"Aunt Pol won't allow it," you said quietly, not because you didn't want to work there, but because you believed that your aunt would not approve of such an idea.
"It is not up to Pol," Thomas said shortly, his fingertips tracing the curve of your cheek gently. "But out of curtesy, I will discuss it with her, alright?" he added after a short pause.
Before you could respond, Thomas's hand dropped from your face, and he stood up, his presence in the small room suddenly overwhelming.
"But Y/N, if you are going to continue seeing Isiah...," he began to say and you quickly interrupted him.Â
"Not after today," you replied firmly. "Not after what happened at the docks. I promise," you added, reassuring your brother.
Thomas looked at you, relief visible in his eyes. "Good. I'll hold you to that Y/N," he said before leaning down to give you a peck on your forehead.
You blushed slightly, shocked by this sudden display of affection from your half-brother. But before you could react, Thomas walked out of your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and, when you settled back on to your bed, you couldn't help but wonder what just happened. Thomas and you have always had a close relationship since him and Arthur had assumed responsibility for you after your father got arrested by the police, but you have never witnessed such a display of emotion from him before.
As you lay there in the dark, the silence was broken by the moonlight filtering through the blinds. The light cast a soothing glow on the room and made the floral quilt on the twin bed look more inviting. Your mind was abuzz with thoughts, each one trying to get a different message across. You tried to silence them and focus on the recent events.
This whole situation with Thomas, your curiosity, the sudden shift in your relationship - you knew that it was not something to take lightly. It felt different, and you could not ignore the strange tension that lingered between the two of you.
You sighed deeply and turned to face the window. It was then that you noticed the stars twinkling in the night sky ever so slightly. They were there, silent and unassuming, much like Thomas. You couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind.
Thomas had always been a mystery to you, even before he left for France, but now it felt like there was a whole other person behind the blue eyes that you had grown up with.
Days had passed and you indeed started working at the gambling den , which was located in the heart of Small Heath. It was a bustling place, and it was chaotic during peak hours, but you found joy in the chaos. Surprisingly, Aunt Polly did not seem to mind much; she knew that this was one of the ways to keep you out of trouble.
While you were working there, your brother Thomas kept a close eye on you and as different men attempted to flirt with you, they quickly learned that you were untouchable, a notion further solidified by Thomasâs warning glares.
On two occasions, he even threatened gamblers with a gun after you were propositioned for a date, and it was clear to you that he wasnât playing around. Thomas Shelby never made idle threats, after all.
"You do realise that most of these men are harmless, Tommy,"Â you said to Thomas one evening, after you had closed the betting shop for the night. The sky was a deep indigo and the stars were shining brightly.
Thomas looked at you, his eyes sharp and piercing. "That may be true, but you are my sister and they need to show you some fucking respect,"Â he retorted, his voice steadier than before.
"But Tommy," you began, still unsure of what to make of this sudden outburst. "I am capable of handling my own affairs. I can fend them off," you assured your brother who appeared somewhat overprotective of you.
"I am sure you are," Thomas agreed, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But what kind of employer would I be if I did not at least protect my employees from unwanted advances, eh?" he asked, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a half-smile.
"A pretty shite one I suppose," you admitted, returning his half-smile with a lopsided grin as he locked the door.
"Exactly," he concurred, shaking his head as you stepped onto the sidewalk, right by your brother's side. "Now let me walk you home. It's late," Thomas said as he always did when you worked in his betting house until after dawn.Â
As Thomas and you walked side by side, the silence between you was comfortable, but there was still something that kept niggling the back of your mind. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but it seemed like Thomas was hiding something from you.
Nonetheless, as you walked to the house you shared with Polly, Tommy and the others, you couldn't help but steal glances at him, trying to gauge what it was that was causing this strange behavior lately.
It was like he took a liking in you that almost felt, more than brotherly, but you decided not to focus on the matter and instead enjoyed the warmth of his company while it lasted.
Days passed, and your routine at the gambling den turned into sort of a normality, despite the occasional tensions between patrons and your brother that threatened to boil over.
On evening, at your house when you and Tommy were on your own, you ought to address it, his overprotectiveness and the strange tension that kept building between you.
But, Tommy simply brushed it off and told you that he was simply concerned for your safety.
"But I am safe here Tommy, with you and the others," you reminded him, your tone gentle yet firm. "And at the gambling house, even if some of the customers are inappropriate, it is a safe place because no one would dare to fuck with you, Arthur or John and I think you know that," you said, unable to mask the frustration that crept into your voice.
Tommy looked down at you, his gaze intense but soft. He took a deep breath before speaking, as if choosing his words carefully.
"Y/N, I know that you can look after yourself but, what I have learned over the years, is that no one is safe. Not here, not anywhere," Thomas said, his voice still firm but softer than before.
You stared into Thomas's eyes, feeling a strange mix of emotions coursing through your veins. Awe, admiration, and... something more. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on yet.
"The war changed you, you know?"Â you said the words before you could stop yourself.Â
Thomas sighed and looked at you, his expression filled with a mix of sadness and guilt. "Yes, I know," he admitted quietly. "I can't help it, Y/N. I've seen and done things that most people couldn't even imagine."Â
You nodded, understanding dawning on you.
"No, you are right Tommy. I can't imagine," you said softly, caressing the scar on his cheek, causing Tommy to lean in closer, his eyes locked on yours.Â
You felt your heart race as you looked into Thomas's eyes. There was something about him that made you feel safe, yet also intensely aware of your feelings for him. You had never felt this way about anyone before.
"But you know what's amusing though?" you murmured, breaking the silence that had enveloped the room as Thomas leaned over some more, his fingers lightly traced your jawline, you couldn't help but play along. "You are so overprotective towards me when it comes to potential suitors and there is almost no reason for you to be that way, because I never even kissed a boy before, so it just seems so absurd to me," you continued, allowing yourself to drop your guard, just a little.
"I find that hard to believe, Y/N," Thomas murmured, the pad of his thumb brushing the corner of your lips before slowly moving to trace the length of your jawbone.
Your breath hitched in your chest, hearing his low voice uttering your real name; you always felt an odd sense of familiarity from him, especially when he chose to use your given name, just for a brief moment. It almost felt like the two of you were not step-siblings.Â
"No, it's true. I never kissed a boy before, Tommy," you confessed, the words slipping out before you could stop them. You didn't know what had come over you, but suddenly, you couldn't help but feel drawn to your half-brother. "What is it like?" you
asked, your lips barely moving as Thomas continued to trace a path along your jawline.
"What's what like?" Thomas asked, his voice low and husky, as he leaned in even closer to you.
"Kissing," you clarified, a slight blush creeping up your cheeks as you admitted this.
Thomas seemed taken aback by the question, his gaze lingering briefly on your lips before meeting your eyes again.
"I guess it depends on who you are kissing," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Sometimes, it's just a kiss and it feels like nothing because it means nothing. But other times, it's more than that. It can be a way to express your feelings for someone. To show them how much you care about them," Thomas explained, his gaze still locked on yours.
"Do you think you could show me?" you whispered, surprising yourself with your own boldness.
Thomas's eyes narrowed as he looked at you, taking in your flushed cheeks and the way your breathing had quickened.
"Seeing that you are my sister, that would be inappropriate, don't you think?"Â Thomas said, a subtle hint of amusement in his voice.Â
"It's just a kiss, Tommy," you replied, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. "And no one needs to know," you continued, your heart pounding in your chest as you confessed this vulnerable part of yourself to your brother.
Thomas looked at you, his eyes searching yours as he processed your words. You could see the wheels turning in his head, and for a moment, you wondered if he was going to tell you no . But then something shifted in his gaze, a heat that made your heart race.
"Alright. Fuck it," Thomas muttered, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.
You gasped slightly, surprised by how sudden the kiss was and how soft and gentle his lips were.
Your hands reached up to grip his arms, feeling the firm muscles beneath your fingertips as you leaned into the kiss. Thomas's other hand reached up to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss.
Not knowing what to do, you followed his lead and when he parted his lips, you did the same before tentatively touching your tongue to his, experimenting with the new sensation.Â
Your brother's lips were warm and as the kiss deepened, you felt a fire ignite within you, spreading from your core to every inch of your body. Your heart was racing as Thomas's hand dropped down from your hair, tracing a path around your neck as he deepened the kiss once more before, suddenly, he pulled away.
You stared at Thomas, your lips still tingling from the kiss. You could see a storm of emotions raging within his eyes, but you couldn't quite decipher what he was feeling. Was it guilt? Shock? Excitement? Pleasure?
"I am sorry Love, but I have business to attend to," he told you with a horse voice, his breathing heavy and uneven from the kiss.
You nodded, trying to catch your breath as well. You could feel a blush spreading across your cheeks as you moved away from him, giving him some much-needed space. Thomas looked at you, his eyes heated with desire, before turning away and leaving the room without another word.
Even after he had left. a jolt of pleasurable heat still lingered on your lips where Thomasâs mouth had just been, you couldnât believe what had just happened. Your stepbrother, fucking Thomas, he had just kissed you and you didnât know if you should feel guilty about it or if you should be elated.
âYouâre an idiot,â you muttered to yourself as you ran your fingers through your hair, still feeling dazed. Your mind was racing, replaying the image of Thomas kissing you, over and over again.
Your lips were still tingling from the contact, but the room felt cold and empty once he left, leaving you alone with your tumultuous thoughts.
You couldn't believe what had just happened. Thomas had kissed you. He fucking kissed you and you were the one that had asked him to do it.Â
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JUST ANOTHER OF YOUR MISTAKES
Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, violence, grieving, a lot of pain, eventual fluff, smut
A/N: it's a.. heavy fic, so beware. Interact for more
Guys I lied it will have three parts actually
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE
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Y/N sighed deeply, holding Tommy's hand as he carefully stepped over the threshold to Polly's house.
âHe better not find out that we're here,â She warned, glancing around the house to make sure they were alone.
âHe won'tâ The older woman replied, as her eyes remained on the toddlers who reminded her so much of her nephew around that age. Keeping her mouth shut on the matter, Polly opened the curtains in the living room, offering Y/N some tea.
âNo, thank you, but do you have maybe someâŚâ
âJuice!â Nick cheered, causing Tommy to immediately do the same, despite not knowing what for. Seeing it, Polly couldn't help but chuckle, scooping up the boy into his arms.
âWhat juice would you like, little man?â She offered, smiling brightly. Nick mumbled something to himself, looking back at his mum instead.
âI believe Nick would appreciate apple juiceâ Y/N answered, already knowing what he meant.
âApple juice it is thenâ Polly replied, nodding to the maid with a light smile. It took no longer than a couple minutes before she returned, holding the glass. âSoâŚâ The older woman started out, her eyes finally meeting Y/Nâs âHe doesn't know, does he?â
âAbout what?â Y/N responded, her voice immediately changing into one of defensive undertones subconsciously which didn't go unnoticed by Polly.
âAbout themâ
âWho says they're his?â She asks, keeping her cool, despite heart thumping in her chest faster than usual. Hearing it, Polly just chuckled, rolling her eyes as she turned Nick on her lap, making him face his mum.
âTheir faces give it away, darling. I'm not stupid.â Her voice became sharper, as she didn't like being lied to, and Y/N was fully aware of it.
The younger woman sighed deeply, sitting Tommy on the couch as she began pacing back and forth.
âHe can't find outâ She insisted, clearly stressed out by the circumstances. âI've spent almost three years doing everything so he wouldn't find out, Polly. You can't tell on me.â Her gaze was fierce but clearly scared, which made Polly's heart squeeze in her chest. She wondered how Thomas must have been treating her to cause such a strong reaction.
âHe turned all of England upside down looking for you.â She confessed, shaking her head lightly. âIt's been a bloody nightmare. As soon as we got him off the opium, everything⌠changed.â
âI don't careâ Y/N hissed back, pointing towards the woman she was once so close with. âThese are my kids, and I won't let him get near them. He lost the privilege the moment he chose her over us⌠over me.â Her hands were shaking and only then did she look to the side, hearing Tommy scooting closer to her on the couch which made her let out a deep breath as she sat back down. Taking him in her lap and rubbing his back. âI just can't.â She added in a calmer tone.
Polly nodded along, lighting a cigarette and inhaling the smoke then slowly letting it out.
âY/N, all I can promise is that I won't say anything, but⌠you know how he is. You haven't seen him after the⌠change. He's stubborn, and even if it takes walking to hell and back, he will eventually find out.â She warned in a gentle tone, wanting to give Y/N some reassurance but also keeping it real.
âTommy stubborn? Doesnât sound like much of a change to meâ Y/N snorted, helping Tommy take a sip out of the glass. Polly watched closely at how she interacted with her son.
âHe's the quieter one, isn't he?â Y/N immediately understood, smiling down at Tommy and nodding.
âHe has a more sensitive spirit. Heâs never too far from my sideâ She pointed out.
âA mummy's boy.â The older woman giggled, her eyes shining at the lively memories in her head. âHe was exactly the same at that age. Arthur couldn't force him to go play, all he wanted to do was sit in his mum's lap, no matter whether she was cooking or knitting.â Her voice was lighthearted, causing Y/N to subconsciously smile looking at her baby.
âLetâs agree on somethingâ Polly suggested, setting Nick on his feet, and the boy immediately started exploring the house, assisted by one of the maids. âI won't say a word about this to anyone, but you will let me see them once a week, and accept financial help from me. After all, I know how it is to be a single mother. â She offered, but the tone of her voice showed that⌠she already decided.
âI can't take money from youâ Y/N insisted but Polly stopped her with her hand.
âIt's that, or I will have to tell him. You can't survive off on scraps raising little Shelby's.â
âŚand with that, she shut Y/Nâs mouth. Sighing deeply, she agreed. â...and one last thing. Does.. anyone know that they're his?â Her tone turned serious as she looked into Y/N's eyes to make sure she wasn't lying.
âNo, nobody knows.â She replied, shaking her head.
Polly exhaled with relief.
âGoodâ
***
A couple weeks went by and Y/N really felt her living situation improving. She could stay home with the children, getting to stop working every night which made her heart much lighter. Mrs. Wilson kept coming over every now and then after being told she would no longer have to babysit boys at night. The routine quickly set into their life, and the day of seeing Polly became Y/N's favourite.
Back in Birmingham Thomas was sitting in his office, leaning back in the armchair as his brows furrowed in confusion. Recently the figures in the accounting documents and the cheques and cash balance didn't quite match which got him paying attention throughout the weeks. Seeing the pattern and being sure. Going through the company documentation, the first file that fell out of the shelf was surprisingly Polly's.
After grabbing it, Thomas displayed every page on the desk and put on his glasses. Going over dates, another pattern caught his eye. Before, she was working five to six times a week, depending on the amount of work and circumstances but recently her schedule was limited to four days a week, every Thursday off.
His eyes narrowed as the nagging feeling on the back of his head told him something wasn't right. Glancing on the calendar, he decided what to do before getting up, and picking up the phone.
Later that day, Y/N found herself sitting on Polly's couch while boys played on the carpet with their wooden toys as the women spoke about their whereabouts.
In the meantime a black car parked by the building, turning off the engine before it made too much noise or got too much attention. Pulling the cap lower on his forehead, he glanced towards the right window, noticing the smoke coming out of it. Polly was home.
Climbing the stairs, he reached into the pocket, pulling out a spare key to her house. As Tommy was fitting the key in the lock, he heard the sound of a squealing child inside.
Did Ada visit with Karl? Thomas wondered, furrowing his eyebrows in suspicion. Why would Polly hide that from him?
Thomas opened the door and stepped into the entryway. He could hear Polly and the voice of another woman - a familiar voice, but cloudy enough to not be able to recognize. Thomas followed the sounds leading to the sitting room. As soon as he stood in the doorway, his eyes widened in disbelief, fixated on the woman he saw for the first time in three years.
There sitting on the couch facing the doorway was Y/N. She met his eyes and Thomas could see the blood drain from her face, causing her to go completely pale as the words died on her tongue.
Polly must have noticed the shift as she turned to where Y/N was staring and an audible gasp left her lips.
âThomasâ Polly said as she straightened in her seat. âI knew this would happen eventually. I noticed you were double counting. Youâve always been too inquisitive to keep secrets from.â
Tommy stared at Polly, unable to comprehend the situation as his heart pounded in his chest for the first time in years.
Polly stood and slowly approached him, stretching out her hand.
âI think it would be best if you and I had a word first.â She said, looking at him and silently pleading to listen this time. His expression was completely blank, but internally he was going through every possible emotion from happiness through grief all the way to anger.
âNot now.â He responded in a husky voice, and when she tried to interject again, he raised his hand slightly, completely silencing her. âI said not now,â
Hearing it Polly looked back at Y/N, giving her a sign to stay calm, before walking to the bedroom to check on the boys.
Y/Nâs eyes narrowed as her whole body tensed, raising to her feet.
âWhere have you been?â He immediately demanded to know, taking a step forward. As in instinctively, Y/N responded with a step back causing his brows to furrow in confusion, seeing this reaction. âY/N?â He added, but she cut him off.
âI don't owe you any explanations.â She put all her strength into keeping up the façade of being unfazed by his presence. Her facial expression hardened, and her voice kept completely steady.
âThree years. I spent three fucking years looking for you!â He said, slightly raising his voice as he pointed towards her, yet not daring to close the distance between them.
âWhat for? Are the maids and prostitutes not doing enough? Why would you need me for?â She hissed with anger, the old pain she used to carry around with her everywhere slowly seeping back.
Right when Thomas was about to open his mouth to respond, they heard small footsteps quickly entering the room. Small arms wrapped around Y/Nâs legs, little face snuggling into her thigh, immediately catching Y/N's attention. Once her gaze dropped, Thomasâ followed and his eyes widened, mouth fell slightly open.
âIt's okay, babyâ She cooed quietly, lightly caressing the boyâs head. Before Thomas could react in any way, another kid ran in, standing mere inches from his lookalike.
âCome on, Tommy!â The little boy whined, causing the other one to shake his head. âWe play!â He squealed, shoving the wooden car into his brother's face.
The tension in the room immediately grew, Thomasâ face turning completely white as he connected the dots.
âWe need to talk,â He said in a breathless voice.
âIt's enoughâ Polly suddenly interjected, quickly coming up. âDon't you see he's scared?â She scolded the man standing by her side as she picked up the boy. Walking towards the kitchen, she grabbed Nickâs chubby little hand, leaving the adults in the living room.
Thomas couldn't stop himself from looking back, unexpectedly looking into the same eyes he sees every day in the mirror.
Not a minute passed by before the older woman returned.
âItâs time for you to leave. I'll see you in the office in fifteen minutes.â She decided, standing between him and Y/N as she pointed towards the entrance.
Tommy felt his mind going into overdrive with the amount of new, unexpected information that caused his temperature to significantly increase. Feeling the need to get a breath of fresh air, he steals the last glance of Y/N before walking out of the house. The documents he held in his hand, long forgotten, left on the shelf in his aunt's house.
***
âHow dare you.â He said calmly at first, slowly raising from his armchair as the door fell shut behind his aunt. The calm tone was a signal of the coming storm. âHow fucking dare you hide her from me when you saw what I was going through!â His voice boomed through the office, echoing off the walls.
Polly wasn't easily intimidated, taking a step forward as her jaw tensed.
âAfter all she's done for you, you discarded her like bloody garbage!â She screamed, pointing at him, as she tossed her purse on the chair. âEvery single ounce of pity I held for you left my body the second I saw her empty eyes.â She added, taking another step forward. âI told you that you'd regret it, and that I wouldn't forgive you. I won't be yelled at for the foolish choices you made.â
Standing eye to eye with him, she saw the unwinded storm of emotions he felt. His right eye twitched just like his jaw, before he turned around running a hand through his hair. Huffing with rage he turned to face her again.
âHave you considered what kind of danger you could have put her in?â He hissed with barely contained anger. âor were you too dedicated to go against me to think about the consequences?â He turned around, grabbing the white envelope from his desk and tossing it into her hands.âThe Changrettaâs just declared vendetta on the Shelby family, and you took her into your bloody house!â He paced back and forth through the office, nervously grasping his jaw as the thought settled. â...and the kids. My bloody kids that you intentionally kept away from me.â
Polly's heart stopped for a second and her eyes widened as the realisation dawned on her.
âWe need to protect themâ She whispered, looking at him.
Wordlessly Thomas turned around, grabbing a phone and dialling the right number.
***
Over the next couple days, Y/N felt completely scattered. Fear soaked into her body, sticking tight like a second skin and restricting her movement. She felt stuck. How could he possibly find a way to walk back into her life?
Y/N was scared, not just for herself but for the perfect little humans she raised on her own. She kept them away from the violence and destruction that Thomas was the embodiment of.
They were good. They were kind.
Spending time with her babies and taking care of the house, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of⌠being watched. Once an empty street seemed to never be fully silent, always at least two men standing around. She kept her cool, watching out for signs of being followed and on the third day she noticed a familiar car, one too expensive to be driven by normal people. Y/N knew exactly who those shiny black Bentleys must belong to - the Peaky Blinders. Her blood boiled as she realised her instincts were right - she and her sons were being watched.
How dare he interfere in her affairs after everything she went through because of him. The audacity was so great that only a man with the surname Shelby could be involved. His words swirled around her mind, mixing with the memories she held in her broken heart creating an absolute chaos.
Y/N didn't know what made her hate him more, the mistreatment in the past or the sudden forceful entering her life with the lively gaze, one that used to make her feel so beautiful many years ago.
Holding tightly onto her boys at night, she allowed herself to sink into the pain just one last time; drowning in the sorrow of being replaced by the man she saw the world in. She lived in the shadow of a ghost, walking through the corridors of a house that once was a sign of their undying love, only to be turned into a graveyard for all her dreams and future that would never come. Day by day she felt as if she was never enough. Her dying soul only recovered after giving birth to two perfect little boys that looked at her with those blue eyes and undying love she so desperately needed.
Opening her eyes, Y/N let the tears flow freely as she delicately caressed her son's cheek. Smiling lightly she noticed how soundly they both slept, and one thought came to her mind.
Since she managed to raise and take care of such wonderful boys, it must have meant that she wasn't worthless, after all.
Neither life or Thomas Shelby managed to break her.
***
The next day, Y/N made sure that Mrs. Wilson would babysit the boys while she went to Birmingham. Allowing herself only one night of weakness, she woke up with newly found fierceness and a will to fight for her peace and children.
As soon as she got out of the train, the familiar smell of smoke and mud came to her nostrils, making her a little dizzy. Huffing she walked through the street, feeling frustration growing as the distance between her and his office decreased.
The last thing Tommy expected to hear at eight in the morning on Monday was screaming coming from outside of his office. Cocking an eyebrow he got up, going to see what was causing the commotion. Standing in the doorway he saw Lizzie explaining to Y/N that she couldn't go into his office to no success, as the fire in Y/Nâs eyes told him loud and clear that her patience wore thin. Moving quickly before the situation would escalate, he intervened.
âEnough!â He said, causing both of them to look at him. Glancing at Lizzie, he told her to sit down and take care of the documents while inviting Y/N to his office.
Y/N rolled her eyes, walking past him as adrenaline thumped in her veins.
As soon as Thomas closed the doors of his office, she started her attack.
âWhy in Godâs name are there men on the street and in your fancy cars following me and my sons around day and night? Why are you spying on me?â she shouted at him, anger growing even further as he calmly walked past her. Without another thought Y/N shoved him to the side. âDon't ignore me, you bastard!â
Only then did he stop and turn around with a sigh.
âOur sonsâ He corrected her, âI'm just trying to keep you all safeâ Tommy added, finally looking at her.
Y/N felt like she was about to explode, but then an idea came to her mind. Her lips stretched into a subtle grin.
âWho said they were yours?â She asked, cocking an eyebrow with a mocking smile. Thomas looked at her for a couple moments with a serious expression before snorting loudly as he took a step forward.
âDo you think I'm a fool, Y/N?â He asked, mirroring her grin. âEveryone who has eyes can clearly fucking tell who the father is.â His voice was confident, not a hint of doubt, taking another step forward. Y/N narrowed her eyes seeing the proximity. âI'm the father.â Thomas couldn't help but add. He didn't want to make her even angrier, but the temptation to be even remotely closer was too strong, and if pissing her off was distracting her enough to allow it, so be it.
ââFatherâ is the last thing you should ever call yourself. You don't deserve to be around them, because they're everything you're not. They're good, kind and⌠have tender hearts.â She hissed, each word cutting deep into his skin and Y/N clearly saw it, because the pain was reflected in his eyes like in a mirror. Seeing it felt⌠good. Too good even, like finally gaining back control. Taking a step forward, the distance between them was barely there, as she bravely looked into his eyes. âHe's nothing like you, and never will be.â She finished, the lump in her throat suddenly forming as his jaw twitched, any possible response dying on his tongue as she mentioned one of the boys, one with eyes exactly his own.
Tilting her chin up, she let out a shaky breath, turning around to leave when he spoke up in a low, quiet voice.
âIf you hated me so much, why did you name him after me?â he asked but in a voice that did not expect an answer. Holding onto the small scrap of hope in his heart.
Without another word, she left the office slamming the door behind her.
***
âY/N! Thank God you're back!â Mrs Wilson called out in a shaky voice, looking around the corridor to make sure she was alone before shutting the door. âYou can't go to your flat! It's not safe, we need to call the police!â She whispered, fear in her voice so prominent she could barely speak.
âWhat? What happened? Where are the boys?!â She immediately demanded to know, walking into the living room.
âThey'reâTheyâre okay, thank God we were here! These men⌠they barged into your home, destroyed everything! We hid in the closet and now they're sleeping, but⌠Oh God, I was so scared that you'd come back and theyâd done something to you!â She squeezed her hand tightly.
âAâAre they gone?â Y/N whispered glancing towards her apartment but the older woman just shrugged, tugging on her hand.
âDon't go there! We can't be sure!â She pleaded, but Y/N knew she had to look around before anyone else would. At least grab the necessities.
âPlease, wait here. I'll be back in a second.â She quietly made her way to her flat, not expecting to see the degree to which her home was destroyed. She quietly made her way to her flat, not expecting to see the degree to which her home was destroyed. Tears appeared in her eyes at the sight of all the demolished furniture she worked so hard to buy, all the items absolutely ruined. But tears spilled on her cheeks only when she found an envelope.
One with her name on it, and as she opened it, her heart stopped for a moment at the sight of the black hand.
âOh Godâ she whispered. Loud footsteps echoed behind her, making her freeze in fear before familiar arms wrapped around her arms.
âWe were so scared. Where are the boys?â Polly asked in a weak voice, her face covered in tears.
âThey're⌠they're safe. My neighbour took care of them.â She replied, closing her eyes until she felt the familiar heavy scent. Looking behind her she noticed Thomas pacing back and forth, kneeling down as he found a photo in a broken frame, plucking it out as he breathed deeply. A couple moments later he found the black hand, and the frustration on his face was clear as a day.
âFuck!â He yelled, leaning forward as his legs almost gave out under the weight of issues he was facing now.
Y/N couldn't help but feel relief seeing him, which made her even more angry. She hated every positive emotion that she held towards him.
âIt's your fault!â She said, quickly walking up as she punched him in the chest. âYour fucking fault! How dare you walk back into my life and bring danger to my children!â She cried, terrified tears streaming down her face as she tried to unload it on him. âI hate you! You bring nothing but pain and bloody destruction! I wish I never met you!â Thomas closed his eyes, not defending himself even once. She was kicking and screaming like a wounded animal. Only when she felt like her body was giving out, he grabbed her, pulling her closer and making sure she wouldn't fall.
âLet me go!â She yelled in complete frenzy, and the only thing he could think of was pulling her into a hug. One so tight she couldn't get away. âI hate you so muchâ she eventually mumbled out as the last bits of strength wore out, and she simply fainted in his arms.
Seeing them, Polly just shook her head and wiped her tears away as she looked around the apartment.
âPack their things. The ones that survived. I'll go get the boysâ She commanded one of the Blinders, before speaking up again. âDon't forget the wooden horse.â
~~
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while you're interviewing
synopsis: giving cillian a head while he's having an online interview.
pairing: cillian murphy x reader / cillian murphy x wife!reader
warnings: SMUT +18, oral sex (m! receiving), blowjob, domcillian, implied sex, reader is horny as fuck
notes - rushed, a bit short <1500 w.c, divider and gif is mine
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It's turned out that your husband has a more complicated schedule than you had imagined, partly because of his notable work as a celebrity. You're very proud of him, especially in light of his most recent successâgetting the lead in the movie that everyone is calling the best of the year. Along with receiving positive recognition, which his success has attracted a lot of media attention, that has resulted in a ton of interviews and promotions.
Consequently, your partner's days and nights are occupied with continuous responsibilities. Where you both currently reside, in Dublin, it is currently two in the morning. Even though it's late, Cillian remains involved in his work. His face is softly lit by the laptop screen as he sits in his home office, which is a calm yet busy space. Due to the changes of several time zones, he is preparing for an interview that is taking place at this unusual hour, yet he remains focused throughout.
These late-night interviews are a natural component of his schedule due to the nature of his work. The joy you get from his accomplishments and the commitment to his trade make up for the challenge of adjusting to this fast-paced workplace. His dedication is clear in the conversation as he carefully goes over his notes and collects his thoughts, which is a praise to the ability and hard work he has put into this incredible project.Â
Although you were always proud of your lover, there was also a hint of melancholy. You two haven't really bonded with each other in a while. sharing a bed, going on a date, or simply staying home.
Cillian's head lifted up when he heard a soft knock. "Baby, why are you still awake?" he asked.
"Can't sleep."
He gave you a little smile and then tapped his thigh to invite you to sit on it. You approached your partner and took a seat on his right thigh. As he did the same to your hips, you put your arms around his neck to support him.
"Is there something on your mind?" Cillian asked, giving you a soft kiss before laying his eyes back at yours.
Sighing, you looked at the screen in front of you. He was already in the logging-in part of the Zoom call, showing how his interview will start in awhile.
"Nothing.. just tired," you lied.
"Hm? What's actually bothering you right now?"
You didn't answer his question, instead you let your lips crash to his, allowing yourself to taste him. Cillian let out a small oh and smirked, knowing what you meant. He kissed you back, deepening it. You moved your position, now sitting on his lap facing him. Your husband gripped your hips and caressed your bare back when he lifted your shirt a bit.
"Need you, Cillian," you moaned in between kisses as the making out session got more heated. Your arms wrapping his neck, grinding your hips to his clothed bulge. Your breath getting ragged.
You felt a familiar spark flare up inside of you after the kiss, awakening the need you'd been craving. His touch, calming and soft, surrounded you with a warmth that only he can give. You got the comfort you were looking for in his hug, and Cillian's hand was a gentle reminder of your strong relationship.
Suddenly, Cillian pulled the kiss out. A short sigh escaped his lips. "Not now, honey. I still have an interview."
"Can't it wait?" you pleaded making him chuckle.
Before turning off the camera and microphone and getting ready for the Zoom conference, his fingers danced across the keyboard as he entered his log-in information. Your lips met Cillian's soft lips in a brief but sweet kiss that held a hint of melancholy. With a trace of remorse, he said, "I'm sorry, honey, it really can't."Â
The both of you heard a voice, assuming it was the interviewer, coming out from his Apple laptop. "Okay, Cillian," the interview called his name, "we'll start the interview now."
He looked at you apologetically. His eyes pleaded and his lips curved into a small sad smile. You lifted yourself off of his lap and walked behind his desk so that the interviewer won't see you once Cillian turns on his camera.
Cillian then clicked the camera button, turning it on and his microphone as well. He expected you to leave his office and not you crawling below his desk.
He looked at you below, giving you a gaze of what the hell are you doing? but you didn't stop, instead you chuckled.
"So, Cillian! How are you doing?" the interviewer's voice echoed all over the silent walls of his home office.
"Yeah, everything is great. It's actually three in the morning here."
"Oh! I think your family is asleep now, especially your wife, yeah?"
"My wife definitely is." he laughed a little, looking down at his pants as you slowly unzip them.
"So, tell us about Oppenheimer!"
The tension between you increased as your fingers neatly removed his zipper, and the hope in the air practically sparked. His Calvin Klein briefs' fabric pulled against the hardness below, revealing his erect, pulsating length. You gently touched him, feeling the heat escape through the thin material, and then you shot him a playful glance that caused his breath to hitch.
You slid his boxers down slowly, almost like a tortue to him, revealing his entire erect cock. Your mouth started to moisten at the sight, and you found yourself wanting to lean in closer, your breath hot against his skin. He let out a deep, low moan that echoed across the still room as your thumb slowly moved around the swollen tip. There, a bead of pre-cum accrued that provided resisting impossible.
Cillian grabbed a fist full of your hair, letting you take his whole length; his tip hitting at the back of your throat. He let out a groan but tried to cover it with a cough, not letting the interviewer know what was actually happening.
Cillian took hold of your hair with his fist, allowing you to take his entire length, his tip brushing the back of your throat. He groaned, trying to hide it under a cough to keep the interviewer from realizing what was going on. Every time he gave you a thrust, his breath was labored. He tried not to look suspicious at all, but for a few seconds his eyes were forcibly shut.
"Mmpâ!" you moaned at his cock, taking him again and again and again. His grip was getting harsher and harsher but it doesn't hurt you. Your left hand gripped his right thigh, allowing yourself to balance while your other hand massaged his ballsâwhich he absolutely loves.
His silent airy moans are starting to hear not so silent anymore. His other arm gripped his swivel chair tightly.
"Cillian, are you okay?" the interviewer asked.
"A-actually, I think I'm not feeling that well, Jimmy," he lied, looking at his webcam. "Can we perhapsâJesusâ reschedule this meeting?"
You bobbed even faster, letting his cock hit your throat, your cheek, everything inside your mouth.
"Yeah, sure. No problemo! We'll just send you an email later. Get well soon, Cillian!" and that's the last voice that echoed through the laptop before you heard him closing it.
Cillian relaxed his back and continued to gasp and whimper at the way you were feeding him. He was having an incredible amount of pleasure, and he most certainly needed this after all the hectic job he had to accomplish. He smiled and said,
"Fuckâ you really can't wait don't you?" he was close, because you felt him twitch inside of you. He let out a loud groan as you swallowed him completely once more.
"Oh honey, that's itâyes."
He leaned in closer and said, "Gonna cum inside your mouth, honey. Take it all, okay?"
It took him a couple more thrusts until he came. Inside your mouth, a white, creamy, and salty liquid spurted out of his cock. You licked your lips clean after swallowing it all, got to your feet in front of him, and then sat back down on his lap.
"Looks like I need to reward my wife, hm? Let's go to our room." Cillian said.
"Oh finally!" you sighed in amusement.
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